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Christmas eve, 1971, the family visits granddad at the nuthouse.
Vegetative, he says not a word. Til the parents are gone,and he tells the kid:
You know what happens on Christmas eve? He comes to town to punish the naughty.
This is the scariest goddamn night of the year.You see Santa Clause, run for your life!

With seeds wrought in cruel and traumatizing fear? The madness now begins to take its root.
An evil thing lies coiled behind the tears. It waits to be awakened

On the way home in the dark of night.His car blocks the road,he flags them down
A murderous thief in the disguise of St.Nick Takes advantage of dad and puts a hole in his head
Billy runs off and hides in the brush
While the jolly attacker tried to rape his mom. He tears off her clothes.
And she gets in a shot so he cuts her throat open in the eyes of her son.

Hot blood, frantic tears soak into the snow? he ides in the darkness,now an orphan
His parents, lie butchered there before him now? His hatred starts to grow.

Now a ward of the state he calls the orphanage home
Harbors images of death and crayon gore
Prosecuted by the nuns, hypocritical evil cunts
Whipped and punished for their sins? his fears

Beat by the mother and tied to his bed. His tortured screams seem to fall on deaf ears
Forced in the face of the man that he dreads. His nightmares give away a violent rage
Now at 18, unleashed on the world. He takes up a job at a shitty toy store.
His boss is a jerk,the owners a lush. Emotional stress from a cock-teasing whore.

Then absurdity occurs,when he has to wear the suit.
His person takes a turn for the worse
Bastard children on his knife. He assumes the deadly role
Whispered promises of wrath most severe

A party on Christmas. Sims gets him drunk. The tease disappears with that cocksucker Andy
He follows them into the stockroom to find most naughty perversion he must rectify.
Strangles his boss with the colorful lights. Boxcuts the bitch from her guts to her tits and
finally dispatches that old drunkard Sims? Spits the old bag with a toy bow and arrow

Santa's watching? Santa's waiting? Fractured psyche contemplating
Santa's stalking? Santa's slaying? Lock your doors and then start praying
Linnea Quigly, tits so sweet,hangs,impaled on Rudolph's antlers
Still the mayhem not complete,watch the flick if you want more.

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from Bringing Back the Bloodshed, released March 6, 2006

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