Satans Favourite Seasonal Snack Is Cyanide

Momento mori, my friends

It's been a while since i've seen you again.

I have a tale then, don'tcha know?

About the treats that satisfy this banjo.

Satans favourite seasonal snack is cyanide

He has a way with words, so go and hide

It's beautiful, fantastical, a sight to behold.

A public execution is about to unfold.

It's sickening, it's quickening, the blade it falls,

And the heads roll of the ones who shame us all.

Choke on anger.

Swallow sadness.

Drop the act.

Succumb to madness.

You can't cry out if your bones can't speak.

Try your best but you're terminally weak.

Your life decisions are looking quite bleak.

Try to hide it but you're obsolete.

Timeless fantasies pulling at the seams,

'cuz good things only happen in your dreams.

So tell me how your life was filled with shame.

After all, you're the only one to blame.

Satans favourite pastime is making music.

He has a knack for tunes, so open your eyes.

It's beautiful, fantastical, a sight to behold.

Snow is taking from the rooftops and it's getting cold.

It's flickering, it's time to say goodbye to fall,

And the season brings along a new era.

Let things go.

Find forgiveness.

Learn from mistakes,

And don't forget this.

Not everything is worth giving up.

Try your best but you can only do so much

Your life in your hands is yours to control,

But you can't celebrate christmas if you don't have a soul.

Year after year, you look out in shock.

'cuz your actions caused the seasons to stop.

So tell me how your life was filled with shame.

After all, you're the only one to blame.