The War On Christmas: REGIFTED (2024 edition), by VoidDweller (2025)

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VoidDweller's Big Old God Damn Christmas List (2024)

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this game will make you holly jolly in 2 minutes, no christmas list, no credit card, no bullshitlyricspremature christmasjaculationit's november 1st, calm the fuck downthanksgiving hasn't even happened yet you fucking clownsi haven't even got to buy a fucking turkeyalready mariah carey jump scare earlyit fucking irks me, one month should be enoughto worship your stuff, materialistic fucksi'm bout to deck your halls with a closed fisti am sick of this 1930's christmas shitthey play the christmas music too fucking earlyyou don't agree you really are dumb trulyit all sounds like doo doo bootypremature christmasjaculation is a doozyoverly sentimental it don't do nothing for methey never play christmas time in hollis by run dmchthe only good track they play if i'm luckyis christmas time is here by vince guraldibut i still don't want to hearany of that shit till later on in the year4 weeks it should not assault my earsget it out of here!!!

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all I wanted was a hula hoop and she wouldn't give it to mejust one fucking hula hoop, but we must live cruelly the mcguffin that beckons, the chase wears me down to the bonechanging turning into the worst me I've ever knownget your money, get your money, get your money upbaby I assure you it will never be enoughcan't keep up, it's getting fairly roughmy pockets say I lack nary a single fuckon givemas, you receive the fucking businessthe coats thick, trek through cold with the quicknesshead down intentions surreptitiousbiting cold like thing chest mouth viciousj&b, still no fucking hula hoopblow your brain off, convertible, roofless coupno gods, no managers, ruthless coupstill got too much to fucking dolast minute walMart toy Aisle fist fightin my fucking way, last hula hoop in sightwatch as they rip in half in their furymy cheeks get hot and my eyes get blurryall I want for Christmas is booze I need no excusewallow in pity and self abuseno fucking hula hoopone more year unfulfilledtemperature, affect, and chocolate orange are very chilledid welcome snow this year cause usually we don't get shitwant it to look as miserable as I feel withinplaying infected for pspcelebrate with some Johnny walker greenfeel as artificial as the plastic Christmas treeeverything is dead or on its way to be

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Bleed, drain no/ needChrist i / feedthey gnash their teeth / employees weeptrampled under feet / life worth shit, deals cant be beatI feel no cheer / earlier every yearFacade veneer / i still stay all black austereGetting shit is cool, but the weather fucking sucksDark at 4pm, even if it’s on sale i still don’t have enoughAll the shitty christmas carols anyone has ever sangI loiter in the macy’s to whomever it may concern my fucking nuts hangSanta slinging coca colas like his life is on the lineBlow this shit like nakatomi plaza, candy cane colored land mineConsumerism can munch down hard on my spread assthe military industrial christmas complex can suck my dick from the fucking backtired of being depressed abt it so i’m taking the fucking pissTrapped inside looping the grinch, working on my christmas list, thoAll i want for christmas this year is a philly cheese steak and some goddamn headSpiked egg nog for the fuckin dread as i watch life turn to shredsBlack christmas // murderer povThrough which // i seelife is a shitter that’s perpetually fulltype is tough, origin from inside of a bulleven the time off is no longer enjoyableit seems the miserys become non negotiable70 degrees yesterday, climate change is gonna make us (fucking) immolatetornado sirens blaring rain spray, not many christmas’s left at this rateSo i peel the chocolate orange slow, savor the moment before it goesSeason sucks tho i suppose, occasional moments of reposePrepare for polar sequestration, accumulate for bleak isolation(x) Clean off the battlestation, wait until yuletide cessationit drives in estrangement, obsessive of paymentI wish christmas would fuck off, i am getting quite impatientGetting shit is cool, but the weather fucking suckseven if it’s on sale i still do not have enoughAll the shitty christmas carols anyone has ever sangto whomever it may concern my fucking nuts hangSanta slinging cokes like his life is on the lineBlow this shit like nakatomi plaza cause my card declinedConsumerism can munch down hard on my spread assHappy fucking hondays can suck my dick from the backSuck my dickFrom the back

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They found a new thing to sell meStill can’t afford itThey found a new thing to sell meI can’t ignore itI’m at the covid 19, I’m at the third shiftI’m at the combination covid 19 and third shift Even if not these fuckers always pull the same griftExploit insecurities just to sell you giftsKoch brothers said run your shitCompensate pleaseWe dig the empty pitSell shit your soul needsYoink it out it like the grinchThen watch the hole bleedCollect the fucking drips(Get) down on your fucking knees(take) This kmart eucharistThis bargain bin blue ray new purchaseThe Ghost of christmas past’s illusionistsA Wonderful life it sure isn’tThe opiate of escapismNod off in the fucking black iron prisonPalliate care for shotgun wound victimBox of band aids in your hand lookin big dumbRan dry of the antisepticBut i might get some if it looks infectedThis is just how it is now, best accept itFestive wound left undressed, neglectedDeal with it alone, dont see any friendsDecisions i’ve made i’m unsure i’d defendWont be there, sorry, i cannot attendI just hope they guillotine scrooge at the endThey found a new thing to sell meStill can’t afford itThey found a new thing to sell meI can’t ignore it

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Gone / Woe Onto us / youregone /woeonto us /weLanguish in the absenceBeen a couple years but it’s still hardHold the weight that we all balanceTime heals the wounds but it’s still scarredwish I could stop scratching at itIts healed but the heart forever marredI see you in my dreamsI know you’re watching meYou would probably beSad at what you seeOr at least worriedbut i’m trying, pleasei can't get you /anything this year butif you can hear this I hope it's close enoughSeems like everyone realized thatThis is all just a bunch of stuffStill just seeing everyone Is always kind of tough becauseIFeelLike IDon’t belong

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Insensate glacial abyssInhumane emotionlessCuts to the boneGusts resound moanslife all dead / or sleeping / the fire / retreatingthe warmth fades / like always / the reprieve / is fleetingstill untamed / and bitter / the passing / of winter / time passes / slow dragging / perception / disfiguredbound now be inert // paralysis earnedsaturn takes his due // die to live a newEvergreen coniferSet ablaze, burn to the dirtEmbers all that’s leftComfort now bereftbound now be inert // paralysis earnedsaturn takes his due // die to live a newRestrict, you tie it closedI cut the rope, slit the throatStrike the chains

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trampled in the aisle, stack the death pile, to the ceiling tile, cone shaped/like the christmas tree, i can't unsee, cheers, I'll fucking suffocate/all around me, stressors mounting, crushing with no escape/a bitter chill, down to my bones, darkness engulfs, am i awake/i can't tell anymore, too fucking poor, some sleep i cant afford/zombified i stumble toward, the red and white striped gun barrel bore/of a return trip to hell, though i know that the denizens probably mean well/my suicidal ideation has swelled, afraid if i go that i might be compelled/alt.suicide.holiday/ might fuck around and catch the bus today/or postpone with a 40 to hold/if i could afford the ticket i wouldn't want to gopicked up a couple liqour gift sets/ to myself try to forget/the loss and grief/ children carol as i weeplife has felt unreal since/ i don't want to reminisce/exacerbate otherness/outcast, doesn't fit/ thefuck up dropout drunk with no cash, going nowhere fast, turn potential to ash/in a flash once i'm back i feel like ass,plus pelted by fox news talking point trash/by people that i know love me, and while that counts for something/it just really makes it worse,feel bad for talking about how it hurts/postpone with a 40 to hold, temporary fix for a permanent holepostpone going back home, cause i don't want to fucking go

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he is never coming backback against the decked hallfull of empty carbs bourbon nog and fucking cortizoloutside watch the dirt flakes falldue to ozone layer dissolvetheres no snow and I dont caretry to prepare for the dissapointed stares that might not even really be thereprojections of emotions i know i cant sharewith jingle din low drone constantbroke as fuck and despondentby constant adverts i'm hauntedi couldnt afford what you wantedwhat i want you cant buycant bring back those that diedgrind me into nothingnessthen throw me in with the clearance shiti am in a world of shit

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Everything dies in the winterBut no snow, its just me thats cold and bitterEggnog full of cheap bourbon liqour Heavy on the stomach, gut full of litterSurrounded by cheap plastic kitschReflections of self impermanenceNorthern lights in the firmamentI’ve got christmas lights and pissing tournamentsWe were not built to lastThrough this life in towns of ashsurrounded by ghosts of christmas pastScream answers at me i never askedall i want this year is restend of year final breathsHang me by my fucking neckSeason of true neglectMetastasisFuck christmas

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t's fuckin cold, trekkin through the fuckin snowI kick a snowman in his goddamn head this shit is getting oldmurk frosty, dead like bing crosby shit-mas accosts me tell him get off me damn leave, i'm scroogin, live in seclusionkrampus just called he said this year christmas is ruinedgood bitch, i'm chilly and mad pissed, i'll stay on that bad listegg nog fifths, hangin lights, me and the pad's litother than that it's fucking dark and frigid,i'm talkin negative digits, no vision,blizzard is vicious, i'm hiddenchill in the living room, eatin up all the food,keepin the flame aflume, tell them three ghosts "ay what it do"i'll grinch it up, kick back and relax with maxmy syntax racks the presents while i eat the snacksmy tree fat, gifts stacked like i run goldman sachsand i ain't buy a damn one, what you think of that?and die hard's the best christmas movieyou dont agree you really are dumb trulyand die hard's the best christmas movieho ho ho i got a god damn uziand die hards the best christmas movieyou don't agree you really are dumb trulyand die hard's the best christmas moviewatch it outside chillin in the fuckin jaccuzieating one of those chocolate orangesturn the beat up, fuck it clip it, mad distortedplay this shit in mass watch em gurn in abhorrencethen roll down the block and play this shit for the mormonsi'll let hanz bid yall a farewellrest in piece to david bowie, prince this year can go to hell(that's all i got)