Merry Christmas, Please Don't Call [Snippet]

To the temple of your uptight is the flicker of a street light
You know that it's morning, don't you?
And time is strangely calm now, 'cause everybody's gone
It's just you and your anger
Oh, golden boy, don't act like you're kind
You're mine, but you're awful every time
So don't tell 'em what you told me
Don't hold me like you know me
I'd rather burn forever

But you should know that I die slow
Running through the halls of your haunted home
And the toughest part is that we both know
What happened to you, why you're out on your own?
Merry Christmas, please don't call

You really left me on the line, kid, holding all your baggage
You know I'm not your father