It’s that time of the year
Madness rears its ugly head
Pollution for all senses
I wish I could stay in bed
I hate all those carols
Don’t want to hear a single song
It is opium for the masses
None of which I feel to belong
I hate all that pretention
Good conscious at any price
Sweat and tears are on sale
Blood sucked by all those lies
My Christmas is black
No gifts to give, nor to receive
There is no more faith left in me
No known god in which to believe
It will be black Christmas
Just like the ones before
It feels like hell, only frozen
It will be black Christmas
Just like the ones before
Its spell I cannot get broken
My Christmas is black
There is no other way
The eve of destruction
With my life I could pay
The candle on my grave
I do not want your charity
I just wish I could see
The end of this insanity
My Christmas is black
A tunnel with no light
Boxing Day at best
At last turns to a night
My Christmas is black
And I wish it was over
My Christmas is black
And I wish I was sober
My Christmas is black
And I wish it was over
My Christmas is black
And I wish I was sober
Lyric by Jari Hämynen
… And Merry Christmas to you, too …
