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| Date | Episode | Topics | Guests | Brands | Places | Keywords | Sponsor | Length | |
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| 11/28/25 |  Lemonade Acid✨ | existential questionsconsciousness+3 | — | — | — | existencemind+3 | — | 5m 16s | |
| 11/28/25 | Maze | MAZE Heading for the end And ending up on the start Daedalus’s dead ends are your desire’s deadline When I’m dreaming and then I realise I’m dreaming and decide To do whatever I want inside that dream, do I have control Of that dream or am I just dreaming that I have control? If you’ve heard this before, three songs ago, Aren’t you Trapped too And just don’t know? Anytime you like you can make the checkout But won’t find The way out Anytime you like you can make the checkout But won’t find The way out Anytime you like you can make the checkout But won’t find The way out Anytime you like you can make the checkout But won’t find The way out I don’t know how to escape from this And you don’t know how to be free We are trapped inside this shit We are trapped inside this fucking hell Where is the exit door? Why is it the floor keeps stretching? Stretching Stretching Anytime you like you can make the checkout But won’t find The way out Anytime you like you can make the checkout But won’t find The way out If you can make your mind to drop out and leave, then… Do gears know they are gears? If you can make your mind to drop out and leave, then… Do gears know they are gears? Over and over And over… | — | ||||||
| 11/28/25 | Westward | WESTWARD It was more than a season But I just cannot tell Cause I’ve got lack of eloquence And all the words are on the run I glimpsed what thousand oceans Of countless verbs have not become Maybe I’ve made up my mind Flying away can’t hold a candle to Waking feeling the ground, touching the pastures of green Avoiding all of the scheme Of this crazy machine I’m just in doubt moving forward Is there still a light to the westward? Is there still a light to the westward? | — | ||||||
| 11/28/25 | Hilltop | HILLTOP You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… And it grinds my gears how in the middle of the night that sleep paralysis wraps itself around me… Around me… That sleep paralysis Sleep paralysis Sleep paralysis Sleep paralysis Sleep paralysis Sleep paralysis You’re just a cog 24/7, lost in dreams about the westward You’re just a cog 24/7, lost in dreams about the westward You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill You reach the top of the hill You reach the top of the hill, lost in dreams about the westward | — | ||||||
| 11/28/25 | Middle Finger | MIDDLE FINGER Serendipitously raised middle finger Crossed hearts and hope have died Running the quay, groundbreaking stringer Seems scorned as a nonplussed tongue-tied All worthless nights, detached broken sinew Forfeited lust on to-do lists, lust lies anew Nadir and the goal falls short of the reach Neither shore nor beach got elicit speech Then isolation is what it is I’m a mariner adrift in an ocean of gods A wide-ranging vision, bliss Blissful silence wipes dreadful odds All bothered, depth, darkening-blur season Even Elysian fields, wood-thrush, no reason If all times lead to a bowsprit quest, That’s how subtle the quarrel test Needly barefoot through the woods at last Which is no more than a state of mind Waterfalls of aloofness ambush in a vast In a vast but west rootless corner of a kind Isolation makes way for bliss Enthroned thrilled shivered pith All limerence towards me, the abyss Abyssal bewilderment, zenith Collusion in pattern gets this Enthroned thrilled shivered pith What a wide vision this is Thrived bewilderment, Heathcliff (Zenith) Mind over matter forever and ever Innuendos to dismiss what it is and whats not Nile waters wet the lawn of a heart’s weather Dismissing scene: your goal fails the hilltop When I’m dreaming and then I realise I’m dreaming and decide to do whatever I want inside that dream, do I have control of that dream or am I just dreaming that I have control? (Reversed) | — | ||||||
| 11/28/25 | Watchmen | WATCHMEN Hide yourself inside that cold feeling The machine won, the machine is winning The Beverly Hills Hotel has no exit You won’t be forgotten, you’ll never forget it The eye of the beholder hunts the madmen If they’re watching you, who watches the watchmen? Who are gods consulting themselves with? Why all the young girls are now praising Lilith? Dominion is set upon every mind The maze has no easy way out to find The eye of the beholder hunts the madmen If they’re watching you, who watches the watchmen? There’ll always be more than meets the eye Hail the lord, the Lord Of The Flies The eye of the beholder hunts the madmen If they’re watching you, who watches the watchmen? Who watches the watchmen? Who watches the watchmen? Who watches the watchmen? Who watches the watchmen? Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep? Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep? Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep? Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep? Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep? Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep? Hide yourself inside that cold feeling The machine won, the machine is winning The Beverly Hills Hotel has no exit You won’t be forgotten, you’ll never forget it The eye of the beholder hunts the madmen If they’re watching you, who watches the watchmen? Another non-disclosure-agreement As if I were such a well-known singer Withstanding my raised middle finger | — | ||||||
| 11/28/25 | Nighthawks | NIGHTHAWKS When the boreal colours of Eden's horizon got long overdue, I ate my eyes raw so I could digest that Tiffany blue Our spaceship is cyan and white Milky Way, in a Bowie’s way High stellar overdrive Lift off tonight Our spaceship is cyan and white Milky Way, in a Bowie’s way High stellar overdrive Lift off tonight There’s a black hole in everything’s heart, That’s how the light goes out to dark And if it’s darker long before the dawn It will get darker and darker forevermore I’d rather see the rigs of Saturn in your eyes than the sun that never sets in the land of the cool Stardust teleport the kids from school On my Chevy Malibu I am playing on an oddity Digging into you, no longer blue Our spaceship is cyan and white Milky Way, in a Bowie’s way High stellar overdrive Lift off tonight Our spaceship is cyan and white Milky Way, in a Bowie’s way High stellar overdrive Lift off tonight | — | ||||||
| 11/28/25 | Acid Lemonade | Acid Lemonade It all starts with you lying in your bed The lamp across the room illuminates your empty gaze, in the half-light. You’re drinking while wishing the lemonade had sulphuric acid in it It’s been a long journey, from nothing to nothing, nowhere to nowhere Suddenly, you just don't care anymore because you figured out the relevance of our existence: It doesn't exist You pretend you're playing the game “How are you doing? “I’m fine”, which is just one of the answers that the system programs all the brainwashed puppets to say from the uterus and hides that you gave up looking for the true answers Your days are vanishing in the acquaintance with the concept that the origin of everything was a calculated accident Which inspires the consequent understanding that there is some sort of prearrangement about the planet whirling silently in space And then comes the routine of boredom wrapped in the repetition of meaningless activities with no inherent purpose You’re chained to the formula, attached to the machine Gradually the things that made you get out of bed every day, are vaporised into thousands of particles of disinterest and the goals you believed in are now all pointless If you eat the food it has no taste, whether you breathe it or not it makes no difference, whether you are praised or scolded it makes no difference. Tears in the rain At some point, you want to sleep for decades and, guess what, it ends up happening. Then you wake up only to discover that you're in a dream within a dream, within a dream… within a dream… Reality is a fiction… simulation It was all inside us, liquid days that slipped through our fingers They leak in kindergarten, they leak in traffic, they leak in the lack of talks at the dinner table Then there's that age when flashes pop through your mind, random images of pathetic moments Everything you've done, big or small, will dissolve in time No one reaps what they’ve sown, time is the real reaper and that’s why in the end you’ll end up in the beginning, back to the void you came from The lamp burns out You’re sunk in bed no longer in half-light You’re engulfed by darkness, from within and outside And at the end of each thought you stretch your arms trying to reach that light that your subconscious tells you that is at the end of the tunnel But there is no light at the end of the tunnel because… What if this tunnel is Ton 618? | — | ||||||
| 3/4/22 |  Macneil | Lyrics MacNeil No matter where you’re going No matter how you feel You’ve got no way of knowing Sex Magick is the deal And I’m feeling like Regan I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil Doesn’t matter what you may do The devil in me seems so real And I’m feeling like Regan I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil Doesn’t matter what you may do This orgiastic ritual will conceal Uhum... That’s how I feel Let’s make this orgy celebration In a Jack Parsons lookalike Do crucifix masturbation Is your head spinning or is it just the hype? The nymphs are wet and high Playing finger pie, Which is an old school slang of a sexual sty So don’t be shy, it’s thick enough to widen the sacred entrance and the unholy exit till you cry And I am... I am... I’m feeling Humm... I’m feeling like Regan I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil Doesn’t matter what you may do The devil in me seems so real I’m feeling like Regan I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil Humm... That’s how I feel That’s how I feel That’s how we feel I’m feeling like Regan Just like Reagan MacNeil Is that for really real? Is she really real? Regan... MacNeil Written by Saulo Oliveira S. | — | ||||||
| 3/4/22 | Monolith | Lyrics Monolith Hello there, minstrel man Twas some letter at three Am How existence does exist? It sends shivers on my pith It's a gone, long gone myth, lift trough monolith Trinkets and scars put into jars Are space and time a microlith? There was always life on Mars Now your name is Aslöu Smith It's a gone, long gone myth, lift trough monolith Look, a cellar door revealed It’s a pity they are all blind Steady pyramids concealed It doesn’t get me surprised It's a gone, long gone myth, lift trough monolith Secrets locked in my chest White satin future dispersed Tomorrow holds keys to past Fleeting, floating, unrehearsed What is it gone underneath? It's a gone, long gone myth, lift trough monolith On the hillside I saw some kelp White foaming waves into black rocks The lighthouse keeper couldn’t help To fear the coastal Manichaeism shock Down to Gehenna or up to the fifth It's a gone, long gone myth, lift trough monolith Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor No more rich, ain’t no poor Rusty gears and skin so paler In alongshore a raconteur He is coming and coming with With a long, long gone myth, lift trough monolith In my begging is my end End of this age that fucking stands It sends shivers on my pith Why existence does insist? It's a gone, long gone myth, lift trough monolith | — | ||||||
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| 3/4/22 | That Liar Never Walked On The Water | Lyrics That Liar Never Walked on the Water Since from the beginning With a charming or beguiling Narrative to men of tilling With frown, brown, unsmiling, This creation tale is defiling And kinda stealing and revealing A compiling feeling that’s appealing To a big filling of quintessential lies spinning Suck on my modern manifesto that will free You from idolatry, whatever this idolatry may be, Established traditionally, that always put you jeopardy, Hear circumstances to make you drop fences, fuck defenses And dances around a symbol, Overrated legends need get trimble, Stop pray and go to wash a cymbal, Fuck the hymnal But their water can never wash my brain, And if you throw your helmet they’re gonna wash yours again, They don’t bluff in vain, Cause the real water comes from a speech rain, Or is it a dogma train? God created man right after man created God How come you don’t see Catholic Church has the nod? Theirs are the money rod, Rotten frog, A barking Cerberus dog, (No fucking way) The Holy Father shit, The spirit holy creep (No fucking way) And the fagot sexual submissive son, Amen, my blasphemy is done (No fucking way) No fucking way No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked… (On the water) Never Never Never Never Never Never Never… Nun, father Good and evil A virgin daughter Sex is criminal Fuck Mohammed Fuck the Mormons Damn Ganhesha (What’s your idol?) What’s your idol? Billy Idol? Fuck him too Even Episcopalian from Kalamazoo Well, and I got no watchamacallit So… Fuck it all Fuck it all Fuck it all Fuck it all Fuck it all Fuck it all Fuck it all Fuck it all Fuck it all Fuck it all Fuck it all Fuck it all Fuck it all Fuck it all Fuck it all Fuck it all Fuck it all Fuck it all Fuck it all… People on knees for the god that they made Are adoring their selves, lack of laid If they can lie and pretend that can walk on the water You can fly, walk on clouds and be a vegetarian slaughterer Or open your mouth and the fecal matter of theocracy may not bother, you swallower Rage against the age Of damages though the page in cage, Thoughts in cage, Never say, Bound and pray, Three a day, The narrow way, Is that okay? And when the independent thought alarm clocks Because they are scanning and reading your subversive thoughts, That’s how you know your time is done Science got some answers, faith got none I thought it was Middle Ages, but it’s 2021 Down the system, kill, break, ache, take, rape, fake, date, give, beat, born, die, reap, sown, quit, splash, suck, tuck, hate, swing, shout, punch, smash, abort, sail, stay, away, beg, borrow, touch, eat, meat, distrust, fight, burn a bible, stab a Jew, start a war, dark revolution, helter skelter, contribution, fuck the capitalist institution No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water | — | ||||||
| 3/4/22 | Renewing Rock N Roll | You can get the lyrics at https://www.lyrics.com/sublyric/123505/Saulo+Oliveira+S./Renewing+Rock+N+Roll | — | ||||||
| 10/12/20 |  Lockdown | Lockdown Lockdown got me missing downtown What kind of town is a ghost town Die now Lockdown got me missing downtown What kind of town is a ghost town Die now When the doomsday clock hits midnight you all are gonna die, but i'll keep standing in a world inherit, mine And I’ll build a castle with your bones My furniture made of your skin Why me, why not The end meets its begin Lockdown got me missing downtown What kind of town is a ghost town Die now Lockdown got me missing downtown What kind of town is a ghost town Die now Lockdown got me missing downtown What kind of town is a ghost town Die now Outro Hey look mother, i found the last vaccine in the world, now you are safe, forever... Wait... Written by Saulo Ol. S. | — | ||||||
| 2/14/20 |  The Doors Of Perception | The Doors of Perception How easy it was to you boy to buy that guitar to play on the bar, yeah How easy it was to you Joan To take the Route 66 How easy it was to you there Singing and playing How easy... How easy, yeah The road was never ending The beat of the drums, never ending (How easy it was) (How easy it was) And down the roads of Georgia And on Alabama moonlight (How easy it was) The whiskey bar was open for hours For hours along the night Along the night Along the night Along the night Written by Saulo Oliveira S. | — | ||||||
| 2/14/20 | The Ballad Of Riley And The Spokesman Of A Generation | The Ballad of Riley and the Spokesman of a generation She was hitting the score A peaceful afternoon in Ladbrook Park Then Kyle took the courage to say more “A fire will come out of our spark” He became a spokesman With the right words from his mouth And she became a lawyer A great couple without a doubt And whole thing started in a windy night And whole thing started in a windy night Then they could not expect That something could put an end in that love In a dazed and confused nigh Riley was abducted for a ship above “The aliens took my love, the aliens took my love” That’s what he started to shout at the conference No one would believe, he lost self confidence, the spokesman of a generation had lost his touch with the words of coherence Not all the lights that comes from above Descends to enlighten us That’s why I prefer the dark Without a fire and without spark Outro Now Kyle is unemployed, Hitchhiking between places, Scrounging for his meal and begging for a miserable deal, Aspot where to sleep, Just because of a speech. And he is still saying that she’s gone like a blow Because Riley couldn’t be a rock and not to roll Written by Saulo Oliveira S. | — | ||||||
| 2/13/20 | Memory Lane | Memory Lane Janet wife of Johnson James Just came ‘jingling’ his name Darling though it isn't more than just another day We are already all ready there The little daughter droped the water The bees on flowers powdering nectar While the guitar of father Hector was weeping To the despair of grandpa who couldn't smoke because his hands were shaking One of the kids finally fishes a fish And the fish's speech is that he can grant a wish To the kid who, then, put him free And now the fish will wash the dishes since kid wished And all the joy ending with some comic disaster Like the dog robing food or someone twisting the earring into aunt Loiu's braids "We will be together", so they swear But they ignored that time is always there replacing share, replacing care For disregard to that country fair... Of sweet despair And as the time is passing by just like a cloud on cloudy sky When you realise will be too late to wonder why And the polaroid pictures that you own Of passed nights in campfire songs All the memories about the streets where you grew up remains the same You now call affecnionately memory lane Written by Saulo Oliveira S. | — | ||||||
| 2/13/20 | Cosmic Jive | Cosmic Jive A girl lies peacefully in the morning There’s a hell of rain outside She barely heard the cold wind calling It’s all out of her sight A boy is lost and without any map He desperately needs a wrench His car is broken and totally flat There’s a screw he needs to clench He quickly knocks at the girl's door She thought he was one of a kind “Is he that someone that I’ve been looking for? I think I will have to find” She puts the kettle on to Earl Grey He think she is divine The night is young and he could stay 'Cause now she is singing Cymbaline The street lamp goes out making Her light up a candle in time He can't stay cause his mom is waiting “I’ll have to decline” She says have a safe trip back To your distant hometown But what she says inside in fact Is “don’t leave me now” She is holding an empty heart and soul As he waves going down The loneliness like a cancer grows As the wind begins to howl A girl lies depressively in the night She wonder “will he and his mom be fine?” A motherless boy tricked by a cosmic jive Is wondering “Why did I declined?” Cosmic jive All the time A cosmic jive It was that what Caught us In that time In that time In that time In that time In that time In that time In that time Cosmic jive Written by Saulo Oliveira S. | — | ||||||
| 6/15/19 |  Like We Used To Do | Lyrics I still can hear you calling me to go outside to see the stars I still can hear you telling me to put the catle on for Earl Grey But what I'm hearing is not true if you're not really here And I'll keep wishing that you where here In my mind you are here and we are all together Hearing songs, singing the blues Complaining of this (London's) weather In my mind you never left In my books, you're always there When I walk to television I can see your face 'Cause that actress has exactly the same ways that you used to do When I'm alone, you're there too 'Cause your perfume in all the room No one really stands alone... Come back home and lets sing the blues again Come back home and just lets sing the blues again Come back home and just lets spend the days in rain again Like we used to do... Like we used to do Written by Saulö Oliveira S. | — | ||||||
| 4/24/19 |  What Governs Behind Them? | You shoudn't blame me for this war Cause I voted on Al Gore At least that year I can say I tried And then the court was the one who decided There's no democracy Left or Right, you say the anarchy Could turn it bright I dreamed a dream Where we lived in a red world with equality All in common, red brick houses, in our perfect synchrony Free the working class hero man, give him the Nobel Power to the people, here and there I got some red ideas to share Thunderbirds... Thunderbirds are far to fly... You came to tell me that life is awful Too much intolerance, war and blood But you're the one who chose the fascists And you're the one who governs behind them And your thirst for blood governs behind them And your greed for greener grass, governs behind them Behind them... Behind them... Written and composed by Saulo Oliveira S. This is the first part of a political opera rock. Here the communism is praised and the fascism is rejected, a particular vision of the writer. In the second part, KKK, the upcoming track, adults are no longer available to govern on the Earth and, then, the kids are setting the rules, torturing and killing adults, a kind of distopia, based on classic literature such as "Lord of The Flies", "Animal Farm" and "Children of Corn'. | — | ||||||
| 4/23/19 |  Kool Kids Klub | Kool Kids Klub The children ate his heart with brain sauce... Every grave that I've been through Feeds me harder, leads me to The ineffable raw of meet I'm the worms under your feet I'm so far away from heaven I lost my sons in Columbine I lost my wife in 9/11 Fuck America, cut the line Hail the Lord of the flies Hail the Lord of the flies Thunderbirds are far to fly Thunderbirds are far to fly Thunderbirds are far to fly Down with tyranny of adults He who walks behind the rows Couldn't keep our cult occult That's why then you should not grow Take this one to Malachai Perhaps Isaac can get you high Thunderbirds are far to fly Thunderbirds are far to fly Hail the Lord of the flies Hail the Lord of the flies Hail the Lord of the flies Hail the Lord of the flies Hail the Lord of the flies Hail the Lord of the flies Hail the Lord of the flies Hail the Lord of the flies Hail the Lord of the flies Hail the Lord of the flies Hail the Lord of the flies Hail the Lord of the flies Hail the Lord of the flies Hail the Lord of the flies Hail the Lord of the flies Hail the Lord of the flies Hail the Lord of the flies Ahhhhhhhh Shut up! Written and composed by Saulo Oliveira S. This is the second part of a political rock opera. Here neither fascism communism nor democracy nor anarchy worked. The kids, now, are in charge, proving that the evil nature of mankind is innate. It talks about corruption, hypocrisy and the fact that mankind is always doomed to subjugate each other. Here there is a new type of dictatorship regime. The cover of the single refers to the head of a pig pup that is tied in the arms of children leaders of the dictatorial sect. Both, the first and second part of this opera where inspired by classic literature such as "Lord of The Flies", "Animal Farm" and "Children of Corn'. | — | ||||||
| 3/18/19 |  Old MTV | Lyrics LD MTV Back at the childhood I used to draw and read “The Mocker” But how to be nostalgic If can no more see Mark Knopfler Used to jump out of the school Just to watch MTV Used to curse and break the rules Bullying that nerd Stevie There we were wasting time All days long on dungeons and dragons Playing some stupid scenes Jerking off over playboy magazines But how to not be nostalgic if some good stuff has changed The videos on television They should had stayed the same So the only thing I’m asking is to put it there again The mainstream should break free Cindy Lauper or The Police Playing on MTV Then my wife came and said Stop complaining, you sound so rude And I yelled echoing “I don’t want to get it on YouTube” Back there grandpa mocked “Isn’t he young to be singing the blues”? “This boy has been brainwashed” Grandpa, you don’t even have a clue! We could have a time machine For a moments just like that What’s the matter to play on the radio “Out of the blue and into the black”? Back at the childhood I understand this a changing world Rolling stone gathers no moss There’s more than the eye can see But all I’m begging here Is bring back my old MTV Written and composed by Saulo Oliveira S. | — | ||||||
| 2/22/19 |  Johnny Ride | Johnny Ride Mist covered houses Vultures in the sky An ambush for Johnny Just because he couldn't cheat and lie Ride, Johnny Ride You ain’t never gonna die I can see you in the sky The drug dealer, Chuck Trash Waiting in his horse For the time to make blood splash But, god damn, he missed the shot Ride, Johnny Ride You ain’t never gonna die I can see you in the sky Horseback riding Away into the woods A foreman found him And his rifle was dam good Ride, Johnny Ride You ain’t never gonna die I can see you in the sky Don’t you know Johnny, it’s not enough to be good, you must also run from those who want’s your blood on their boots Keep going on Don’t you dare to stop son I wish a got the guts as you do John Go Johnny go Johnny be good Go Johnny go Johnny be good Go Johnny go Johnny be good Written by Saulo Oliveira S. | — | ||||||
| 11/22/18 |  AntiChrist-Mas | It's about two months to Christmas' Eve, so, here is back a song written and composed in 2018 by the Prince of Rock, Saulö Oliveira S. Enjoy it. Lyrics: It’s Christmas again This damned tree is here The December red and green shining lights And I hate this night I hate Santa Claus I hate Jesus Christ I hate jingle bells And I hate singing children Another Christmas night And I’m Antichrist I hate Macaulay Culking On that Home Alone Stuff Been forget a hundred times And never left behind I hate Jim Carrey Pretending he hates Christmas too Neither Grinch or Scrooge Can hate it like I do Another Christmas night And I’m Antichrist I hate people kissing Under the mistletoe Why don’t they go find A Christmas sex place to go? I hate milks and cookies I hate that snow falling All I want for Christmas is no Christmas Have yourself a bloody damn Christmas Another Christmas night And I’m Antichrist I know I don’t believe I can't pray like you all But at least I can give My best wishes at all I wonder if snowflakes Could have conversations What would they say Before hit the ground? Another Christmas town And I’m falling down Another Christmas night And I’m Antichrist Another Christmas night and I'm... Antichrist Antichrist (I hate this night) Antichrist (I hate this night) Antichrist (I hate this night) Written and composed by Saulö Oliveira S. | — | ||||||
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