Content to be a failure cuz you've never even tried
You tell me to abandon hope - it's useless, i'm alive!
Maturity's no virtue in my sardonic dream
How could this world abide me when it can't hear me scream?

I'm not your instant breakfast
I won't be your sunday fool
My life's a feeling frenzy
With the copyright on cool
No, i'm alive
Yeah, i'll survive

I can't explain the politics of your affair
You call me immature, but hey man, i don't care
But now i can see what it is that you do fear
Oh yeah, to me it's yourself is what's so unclear

Leave me life, diffuse this mortal coil
To you i leave this final thought
My spirit's body, your spoil
No, i'm alive
Yeah, i'll survive

I will not fight this
I pray for numbness evermore
I will not fight this
I will not pick my body off the floor

My hanging tree is blooming with the coming of the yule
I always thought a crucifix was something wicked cruel
Dimension of insanity - a never ending race
With elder gods descending out of time and out of space

I will not fight this
I pray for numbness evermore
I will not fight this
I will not pick my body off the floor

Holidays are strange things
We're hanging things
Holidays are strange things