Ring it in with a myth
celebrate with a gift of knowledge
reveal the true meaning that hides

in the name of tradition, we continue
blindly, without intelligence we rejoice
in a slave's mentality there is no
search for truth

for freedom is the greatest fear
despite recognition of the condition
no search and rescue mission
instead, we struggle to fulfill x-mas listings

the mystery of the x lies in a cloud of smoke
and even more clouded is your brain
maintaining the same as the slaves before you
yet, still wondering how there can be no gain

mislead by the images planted within you,
you begin to your hate existence
in subconscious thought, your only longing
is for death
unable to cope with life and nothing left