12-02-2012, 09:10 AM
Version 2 of version 1 
Falling like it's going to be the whitest one ever.
Too bad I'm not talking about the weather.
Christmas has only come here- never.
The red nosed reindeer even has fear in my neighborhood
None of the kids think they're any good.
Cursed to the naughty list.
They've got the gist.
The only present we get is the present.
Life's so bad, even our eyes have tint.
Looking in the mirror, not able to see our own blackness.
No light to see our souls.
They freeze us.
Too afraid we'd build fires.
Warm our own desires.
So we dream big, they call us liars.
use our obituaries as flyers
to their final production of Silent Night
where we continue falling like snow.
Version 1 of Version 1
Falling like it's going to be the whitest one ever.
Too bad I;m not talking about the weather.
Christmas has only come here- never.
The red nosed reindeer even has fear- in my neighborhood.
Making none of the kids think they're any good.
Forever cursed to the naughty list.
Figuring they've got the gist.
The only present we get is the present.
Life's so bad, even our eyes have tint.
Looking in the mirror, not even being able to see through our own blackness.
Having no light to see our souls.
They freeze us by not even giving us our coals.
Too afraid we'd build our own fires
Helping us warm our own desires.
So when we dream big, they call us liars
and use our obituaries as flyers
to their final production of Silent Night
where we continue falling like snow.

Falling like it's going to be the whitest one ever.
Too bad I'm not talking about the weather.
Christmas has only come here- never.
The red nosed reindeer even has fear in my neighborhood
None of the kids think they're any good.
Cursed to the naughty list.
They've got the gist.
The only present we get is the present.
Life's so bad, even our eyes have tint.
Looking in the mirror, not able to see our own blackness.
No light to see our souls.
They freeze us.
Too afraid we'd build fires.
Warm our own desires.
So we dream big, they call us liars.
use our obituaries as flyers
to their final production of Silent Night
where we continue falling like snow.
Version 1 of Version 1

Falling like it's going to be the whitest one ever.
Too bad I;m not talking about the weather.
Christmas has only come here- never.
The red nosed reindeer even has fear- in my neighborhood.
Making none of the kids think they're any good.
Forever cursed to the naughty list.
Figuring they've got the gist.
The only present we get is the present.
Life's so bad, even our eyes have tint.
Looking in the mirror, not even being able to see through our own blackness.
Having no light to see our souls.
They freeze us by not even giving us our coals.
Too afraid we'd build our own fires
Helping us warm our own desires.
So when we dream big, they call us liars
and use our obituaries as flyers
to their final production of Silent Night
where we continue falling like snow.