Join the crazed institution of the stars.
I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.
My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.
The Christmas spirit is not what you drink.
How can you laugh when your mother's hungry? How can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?
Too many heroes stepping on too many toes, too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no.