Breathe Again

Snow in the air, as it rides the winter breeze
 Crystals of ice are hanging from the trees
 The morning of Christmas has arrived in its due time
 The children are waiting, their joy becomes mine
 We march down the stairs and into the other room
 The lights shining bright on the tree for all to view
 The window is shattered and the presents are all gone
 And the cries of my children wrote this song
 I swear, when I get my hands on him
 He'll never breathe again.
 I won't stop tearing him limb from limb
 He'll never breathe again.
 I get in my car to chase the only set of tracks
 A gun in my hand and a bag in the back
 Deep in the slums, I saw him with their toys
 My gunshot rang out,
 But the snow absorbed the noise.
 I bagged up his body and I threw it in the car
 With all the toys that he'd carried oh so far
 Now that I've got my hands on him,
 I can breathe again
 Finally, I've rid the world of him and
 I can breathe again
 Back at the house all my children were so sad
 But when their presents return, then not but joy,
 They'll surely have
 I drove to the river and I threw the body in
 No one else will be paying for his sin
 Something screaming inside me
 Says that I can breathe again
 Judge me all that your hearts desire,
 But I can breathe again.