Your Soul's Funeral - Santa Hates You

Are you sure you’re really breathing?

'Cause you’re looking dead to me

There’s no blood and no heart-beating

Just a robot paying a fee

You say the world has just one color

That’s the way you’ve always been

You got nothing left to honor

You’re just a dot — longing to be seen

I will not go to the funeral of your soul

I’ll send some flowers and maybe a song

I’ll pretend not see you crawl

But it’ll be only to prove you wrong

You claim you saw a thousand things

What about life?

Could you even catch a glimpse?

You were too busy turning into a creep

All that’s left to do now is to bury your soul deep