(Intro - A harsh, distorted guitar riff (a slightly off-key version of "Jingle Bells") hits immediately. Drums are fast and punishing.) (G) (D) (Em) (C) (Spoken, quick, snarling voice): Yeah. Deck the halls. Or burn 'em down. Doesn't matter, just make some noise. (Verse 1 - The Consumption Critique) (G) Clock is tickin', man, the season is here and it's LOUD! (D) Everybody's smiling, lost in the retail crowd and the shroud of consumerism (Em) You bought the cheap plastic, you bought the saccharine lie and the system's grip (C) For two weeks of manufactured joy before the whole damn thing starts to slip and to flip. (G) I hate the music loop, I hate the fake, forced cheer and the greetings you send (D) The frantic energy trying to make the fractured moments all bend and to mend (Em) But beneath the tinsel, the structure is broken and old and weak (C) The only truth I got is the static that only the loud speakers speak and I seek! (G) So yeah, I'm wishing you joy, wishing you peace and a calm night (D) But I'm doing it with distortion, doing it with all of my might and my light (Em) 'Cause the only way to survive this is to scream right through the pain and the cost (C) GET LOUD! GET ANGRY! MAKE SURE YOUR FURY ISN'T LOST! (Pre-Chorus - The tempo pushes faster. The bass line becomes frantic. The vocal rises in raw, aggressive intensity.) (C) Forget the presents, forget the perfect damn tree and the light! (G) This is a declaration of defiance in the fucking night! (D) We turn the chaos up, we turn the noise to eleven and we shout (Em) MERRY CHRISTMAS, MOTHERFUCKER! NOW GET THE HELL OUT! (Chorus - Maximum vocal intensity. The band hits full, aggressive power. Vocals are half-screamed, half-shouted, pure chaotic cheer.) (G) (D) (Em) (C) (SHOUTED): JINGLE BELL STATIC! Yeah, WISHING YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS! (G) (D) (Em) (C) I MEAN IT! I SWEAR! Now get your fake joy right off of my list! (G) (D) (Em) (C) I'M BLASTING THE RIFFS! I'm blasting the FURY AND THE CHEER! (G) (D) (Em) (C) MERRY CHRISTMAS, YOU HEAR? NOW DISAPPEAR! (Verse 2 - The Defiant Cheer) (G) The family's arguing, the turkey's dry and burnt on the side (D) It's messy and real, nowhere left to run or to hide (Em) And that's the only honest moment that I can sincerely respect and expect (C) No polished facade, no perfection to project and reject the truth! (G) We smash the punch bowl, we smash the fragile peace and the calm (D) 'Cause real celebration comes from the chaos in your open palm (Em) So I raise my fist high, I raise my voice to the cracks in the roof (C) MERRY CHRISTMAS! Yeah, that's the beautiful, violent proof! (Breakdown - Music slams into a slow, heavy, crushing half-time rhythm. The vocal is a deep, guttural growl, then a final chaotic declaration.) (C) (Growled): FOR THE BROKEN! (G) (Growled): FOR THE PISSED OFF! (D) (Growled): FOR THE CONSUMED! (Em) (SCREAMED, long and raw): HAPPY FUCKING HOLIDAYS! (The music slams back into speed) (Chorus - Final, overwhelming, brutal assault. Maximum vocal and instrumental intensity.) (G) (D) (Em) (C) (SHOUTED): JINGLE BELL STATIC! Yeah, WISHING YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS! (G) (D) (Em) (C) I MEAN IT! I SWEAR! Now get your fake joy right off of my list! (G) (D) (Em) (C) I'M BLASTING THE RIFFS! I'm blasting the FURY AND THE CHEER! (G) (D) (Em) (C) MERRY CHRISTMAS, YOU HEAR? NOW DISAPPEAR! (Outro - The band launches into a final, chaotic, fast riff that accelerates into sustained, aggressive noise and distorted holiday bells.) (G) (D) (Em) (C) (YELLED): MERRY CHRISTMAS! DISAPPEAR! (G) (D) (Em) (C) (Final blast of distorted guitar and chaotic bells cut off sharply.)
