Oh holy night
you do despair
the choirs spite
such noises do scare
Abscond into darkness
wherever darkness may be
but to disregard darkness
is to disregard me
You yell about freedom
and folly of man
your cries of treason
the American plan
So run into darkness
I’m waiting for you
Ill act as your hospice
as your thoughts run askew
My dark is so settling
as settled may be
but to disregard settlement
is to disregard me