BAG OF SNOW

I'm sorry if I'm low and dirty, and mean and cold.
God told me to
It's all for you.
For what it's worth, this is my bag of snow.
Just let me show you.

It's not brave to be unkind
I can't speak the truth that is lacking in this
ornate corporate christmas tree
The fire starts to seethe
I won't take the blame for these rude desires, this lack of shame.

Theme parks and hallmarks and sermons and pop songs
and impotence and innocence
Just make me angry
I'm sorry if I'm low and dirty
I'm sorry if I sit too high
We all gotta get by

I don't need another page to tell me the words
It's not right, it's not right
Let's be honest
This bullshit doesn't make you high
It's time to fly
Don't you know how to fly?

Formulas and divas and holiness and hollowness
and empty campaigns
Just make me angry

Theme parks and hallmarks and sermons and pop songs
and impotence and innocence
Just make me angry
Don't you know how to fly?