Kringle Lyrics

I got that special disease 

That knocks the shit out of me 

Cause when you break it, you buy it, you own it, 

Cause you get nothing for free

He got that special disease 

He eats the scabs off my knees 

I've got a genocide hand on his forehead 

But he got nothing on me



He snuffs the cigarette trees 

He loves my hostilities 

He brings me flowers and candy and kringle 

But that won't satisfy me



I try to hate equally 

They say that's misanthropy 

Cause when I want it, I break it, I burn it, I own it, I have it, you'll see



Collecting things that I've already owned 

I'm schizophrenic when I'm on the phone 

I guess that's why I'm never alone 

Cause I am never myself

He wants to feed me the pentagram cereal 

He puts the spoon in my mouth and I choke 

He push it farther and farther and farther down 

This stuff won't fit down my throat



I got that special disease 

That knocks the shit out of me 

Cause when I break it, I buy it, I'll own it, I have it, I love it, you'll see