Holiday Song

Emily Jane White

Compositor: Emily Jane White

You said your life was empty
Oh, but these arms are here for eternity

And your family full of dread
Lay poisoned in their beds
It's not your fault
Just the way you were bred

Oh, all these lies beneath the cross
Oh, stab your eyes out
It's sight you lost

And the sickened, and unwed
With their cats and candles around their beds
If you're alone it's ok if that's how it ends

Can you take me down to the water?
Can you lead me straight under?
Your eyes, cold and serene
In this watery dream

And your family full of dread
Lay poisoned in their beds
It's not your fault
It's just the way you were bred.