When I'm not drunk
I wish I was
When I am drunk
I wish I wasn't

And really
I don't know how to feel

She is a cold wind
Glistening white glacial skin
Full of separation and crystals
ice , blue black sky , and thin

Thin lips penguin straight
uttering crisp words of fate
Frozen breath and heart
she invades your open gate

Gate swings by force
Her will of course
And you shiver . . . fear ?
As your voice grows coarse .

Coarse by Par
you can't get far
As you wish to be away
But she's trapped your star

Star , comets , galaxies too
You are captured  due
To the black whole Sum
that has captured you

Santa's a ****, and he brought me no presents.
So what if I've been a bit unpleasant?
I did it on purpose!
You see, I've just grown so cold,
and I could get some use out of a few lumps of coal . . .