A white hollow
Snow will fall
In empty halls
The mice follow
The Piper calls
The weaker small
We go
Children down a crooked path
We go
Failure in a paper mask
The music fading
Damn you I've been sniffing suffocation from your polythene
Slit wrists by a telephone
Christmas in a happy home
Hang me hold my head in
Plug the drain and watch the bubbles breathe
Witness what you've done to me
Tell me when you're coming home
Please
A life hollow
Crimson minds
We sit inside
I might swallow
Pretty lines
Dripping wine
We go
Children down a crooked path
We go
Failure in a paper mask
The music fading
Damn you I've been sniffing suffocation from your polythene
Slit wrists by a telephone
Christmas in a happy home
Hang me hold my head in
Plug the drain and watch the bubbles breathe
Witness what you've done to me
Tell me when you're coming home
Please
As I rest my burden wicked
Look up to the sky
All the times I've grown to hate this
I don't want to die
As I rest my burden wicked
Look up to the sky
All the times I've grown to hate this
I don't want to die
As I rest my burden wicked
Look up to the sky
All the times I've grown to hate this
I don't want to die
Damn you I've been sniffing suffocation from your polythene
Slit wrists by a telephone
Christmas in a happy home
Hang me hold my head in
Plug the drain and watch the bubbles breathe
Witness what you've done to me
Tell me when you're coming home
Please
Fall St. - White Christmas Lyrics
Fall St. - White Christmas Lyrics
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A white hollow
Snow will fall
In empty halls
The mice follow
The Piper calls
The weaker small
We go
Children down a crooked path
We go
Failure in a paper mask
The music fading
Damn you I've been sniffing suffocation from your polythene
Slit wrists by a telephone
Christmas in a happy home
Hang me hold my head in
Plug the drain and watch the bubbles breathe
Witness what you've done to me
Tell me when you're coming home
Please
A life hollow
Crimson minds
We sit inside
I might swallow
Pretty lines
Dripping wine
We go
Children down a crooked path
We go
Failure in a paper mask
The music fading
Damn you I've been sniffing suffocation from your polythene
Slit wrists by a telephone
Christmas in a happy home
Hang me hold my head in
Plug the drain and watch the bubbles breathe
Witness what you've done to me
Tell me when you're coming home
Please
As I rest my burden wicked
Look up to the sky
All the times I've grown to hate this
I don't want to die
As I rest my burden wicked
Look up to the sky
All the times I've grown to hate this
I don't want to die
As I rest my burden wicked
Look up to the sky
All the times I've grown to hate this
I don't want to die
Damn you I've been sniffing suffocation from your polythene
Slit wrists by a telephone
Christmas in a happy home
Hang me hold my head in
Plug the drain and watch the bubbles breathe
Witness what you've done to me
Tell me when you're coming home
Please
Snow will fall
In empty halls
The mice follow
The Piper calls
The weaker small
We go
Children down a crooked path
We go
Failure in a paper mask
The music fading
Damn you I've been sniffing suffocation from your polythene
Slit wrists by a telephone
Christmas in a happy home
Hang me hold my head in
Plug the drain and watch the bubbles breathe
Witness what you've done to me
Tell me when you're coming home
Please
A life hollow
Crimson minds
We sit inside
I might swallow
Pretty lines
Dripping wine
We go
Children down a crooked path
We go
Failure in a paper mask
The music fading
Damn you I've been sniffing suffocation from your polythene
Slit wrists by a telephone
Christmas in a happy home
Hang me hold my head in
Plug the drain and watch the bubbles breathe
Witness what you've done to me
Tell me when you're coming home
Please
As I rest my burden wicked
Look up to the sky
All the times I've grown to hate this
I don't want to die
As I rest my burden wicked
Look up to the sky
All the times I've grown to hate this
I don't want to die
As I rest my burden wicked
Look up to the sky
All the times I've grown to hate this
I don't want to die
Damn you I've been sniffing suffocation from your polythene
Slit wrists by a telephone
Christmas in a happy home
Hang me hold my head in
Plug the drain and watch the bubbles breathe
Witness what you've done to me
Tell me when you're coming home
Please
Writer: Aaron Sequeira
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