Sit around the bonfire, arms at the ready
Stomachs are heavy with mom's spaghetti
You're fine. Just wait. There's more on the way
Just rest your eyes. Forget your mistakes
Candles are sticks
Armies betwixt
All aboard this Evil Train, it isn't a trick
The Conductor is sick so shorten the wick
Burn till it's smoldering, top it off quick
There goes the tension, what's that old expression
"Don't bite off more than you can chew"?
But when life gives you lemons you suck them all down
Because really that's all you can do
Throat full of carbon, eyes getting heavy
Fire roars steady with green confetti
Let's celebrate. There's more on the way
The feast never ends but its hell on the waist
A sickening sedation and deeply complacent
I've heard about all I can hear
A deviant treat with a cherry on top
And a horrible end to a year