Santa Time (Christmas EP 2023)
Santa time is coming round for you... You won't be getting stuff tomorrow The best things always fade away The man in red will claim his prizes And use his sleigh as getaway No point in looking through the cupboards And there's nothing underneath the tree Santa time is coming round for you Hide your presents while you can Santa time could be the end for you So light your chimneys, burn the man He is the master of the forced entry The man don't need no open doors Your blackened hole is where he longs to be His sack is full, but he wants more No point in calling out authorities He buys them off with all his hos [SPOKEN] Twas the night before Christmas and, quiet as a mouse, The one they call Santa Claus, crept through your house. In blood-red crimson, this shadowy sight, would pilfer your gifts in the dead of the night. And if any children were to witness this show without hesitation, in his giant sack, they'd go Trapped in his workshop devoid of all toys his meth lab controlled by enslaved girls and boys Santa time is coming round for you Hide your children while you can Santa's sweatshop needs a child or two So light your chimneys, burn the man Your hopes are gone if you're awake Avoid his face for your own sake For if he feels identified You sure as hell are gonna die I had a little present underneath the tree but now it's christmas morning and there's nothing there for me And I can't find my brother or my parents in the house for all around is silent and quiet as a mouse
Submitted by The Void — Jun 22, 2026
I put my money in the suitcase And headed for the big race I felt a chill on my backbone As I hung up the telephone Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat Running down the back of my neck To lose means trouble, to win pays double And I got me a heavy bet Cold, cold sweat They say chances on the outside Are looking very slim I've been so lucky on the inside I feel I'm going to win Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat Running down the back of my neck Take a little money, there's nothing left to lose And I got me a heavy bet Cold, cold sweat I've got me a whole month's wages I haven't seen that much in ages I might spend it in stages And move out to Las Vegas Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat Running down the back of my neck To lose means trouble, to win means double And I got me a heavy bet Cold, cold sweat I put my money in the suitcase They say chances on the outside I got a whole months wages Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat Stone cold crazy Place another bet
Submitted by The Void — Jun 22, 2026
Time, time, time See what's become of me While I looked around for my possibilities I was so hard to please But look around Leaves are brown And the sky is a hazy shade of winter Hear the Salvation Army band Down by the riverside It’s bound to be a better ride Than what you've got planned Carry your cup in your hand And look around you Leaves are brown now And the sky is a hazy shade of winter Hang on to your hopes, my friend That's an easy thing to say But if your hope should pass away Simply pretend That you can build them again Look around The grass is high The fields are ripe It's the springtime of my life Ahhh, seasons change with the scenery Weaving time in a tapestry Won't you stop and remember me At any convenient time? Funny how my memory skips While looking over manuscripts Of unpublished rhyme Drinking my vodka and lime I look around Leaves are brown now And the sky is a hazy shade of winter Look around Leaves are brown There's a patch of snow on the ground Look around Leaves are brown There's a patch of snow on the ground Look around Leaves are brown There's a patch of snow on the ground
Submitted by The Void — Jun 22, 2026
Slowly bleeding, watch the vortex feeding Like a swirling vulture on your face Every hour the unseen rays devour Your screaming eyes cry out but they are blind Father, forgive me my sins Give me the nails, I'll hammer them in The road to hell is full of good intentions Say farewell, we may never meet again The road to hell is full of good intentions Down the left-hand highway with no sinister regrets Brave new world of secret fantasy That hovers just beyond your bloody grasp Close enough to thrill, the danger of the kill Price for failure of your will Father, forgive us our sins 'Cause we're all the junkies who never can win The road to hell is full of good intentions Say farewell, we may never meet again The road to hell is full of good intentions Down the left-hand highway with no sinister regrets Father, forgive me my sins Give me the nails, I'll hammer them in The road to hell is full of good intentions Parody of hope is the one that I must kill We all have to live with our family inventions Down the left-hand highway with no sinister regrets The road to hell is full of good intentions Say farewell, we may never meet again The road to hell is full of good intentions Down the left-hand highway with no sinister regrets
Submitted by The Void — Jun 22, 2026
The tough of the track With the wind And the rain that's beating down on Your back Your heart's beating loud And goes on getting louder And goes on even more 'til the Sound is ringing in your head With every step you tread And every breath you take Determination makes you run never stop Got to win got to run 'til you drop Keep the pace hold the race Your mind is getting clearer You're over half way there But the miles they never seem to end As if you're in a dream Not getting anywhere It seems so futile Run on and on Run on and on The loneliness of the long distance runner I've got to keep running the course I've got to keep running and win at all costs I've got to keep going, be strong Must be so determined and push myself on Run over stiles across fields Turn to look at who's on your heels Way ahead of the field The line is getting nearer but do You want the glory that goes You reach the final stretch Ideals are just a trace You feel like throwing the race It's all so futile Run on and on Run on and on The loneliness of the long distance runner
Submitted by The Void — Jun 22, 2026