I saw the ghost of Christmas past
He said four or five of the memories that we go through won’t be bad
But stay fortified from the mental grief when the fifth one takes you back
Don’t ignore the lie that your mind made up when you glossed over that night
Don’t look past the reflected shine

Falsehoods feel nice
But there’s more to life when you don’t obsess with an outcome you despise
And there’s more inside of your fucked up head than a past that’s been contrived
Somewhat glorified, embellished, every blemish cast aside
But you’re dead if you don’t try

I can’t commit the perfect crime with my eyes closed
So if you can’t bear it fine wear a blindfold
Every accident or vice will come back to haunt you twice
You can’t sacrifice your life if you die slow
Idols fall down

I looked in Jacob Marley’s eyes
He said five or six of the knives you stick in your face will scar you blind
Your inviolate but your mind was tricked by a painted scarlet sky
False environment’s got your eyes convinced there’s a vacant heart inside
Don’t put stake in a harmless lie

Deathbeds feel nice
But there’s more to see than the morbid scene that you conjured up last night
Dark abhorrent things in a horrid dream that you had can’t write your life
Every chorus screams a message with a deafening reply
Stop these terrors in the night
I can’t commit the perfect crime with my eyes closed
Get back, look out from underneath your blindfolds
Step back, walk through the fire on this tightrope
Steadfast, pull out the knife and seek reprisal

False idols die slow
Idols fall down