It's Christmas but there are no gifts for you
No surprise, no ribbons to undo
Just brightly-colored papers on the floor
and presents marching out the door
You look back and realize
the paper dolls have told you lies
There's no one left to sympathize
with lonely people in disguise

And death comes warmly
Seeking peace you smile
Pain ends quickly
darkness like a jewel
And all for you
The king of fools, the king of fools

You built your castle ten feet underground
where you may scream and none may hear a sound
where living hurts and death is all you crave
Alone inside your finely chiseled grave
Through your door a raven flies
Veil of crimson in his eyes
Laughing words of truth he cries
Suddently the laughter dies

And death comes warmly
Seeking peace you smile
Pain ends quickly
darkness like a jewel
And all for you
The king of fools, the king of fools