This tree so light, this room so dark
This is out of my mind
Shattered glass; tainted souls
people aren't that kind

They give their gifts and yet they hate
while they pray to God
Save my soul, my tainted soul
Just save me from myself

This room so dark, and yet so bright
it's what you want to see
These rusted chains around my feet
it's a gloomy day

The churches sing out to their God
and yet they don't believe
In his love, and his compassion
for they have all judged me

The blackened windows, their darkened eyes
another Gothic Christmas
Thank you God for this suprise
why not **** me now?

Oh save me now, from your people
hands that are so cold
I'm not Christian; for I am real
I am not corrupt

Thank you God, for this day
another Gothic Christmas
Here's the church, at my door
I cannot believe this