Black santa de Melvins

Hold distant fires behead
laugh on the what it was you yelled
dream of the wounded one he dreamed
master the loaded box pay
now is the time is in on hey
mine is forget to win my lie
the trappings are sometimes near
run until you’re on the sad dead bear
fight with the pen inside that brain
happy all day just lookin ill
now is the time is it on hey
mine is forget to win my lie