Snow in the air, as it rides the winter breezenCrystals of ice are hanging from the treesnThe morning of Christmas has arrived in its due timenThe children are waiting, their joy becomes minennWe march down the stairs and into the other roomnThe lights shining bright on the tree for all to viewnThe window is shattered and the presents are all gonenAnd the cries of my children wrote this songnnI swear, when I get my hands on himnHe'll never breathe again.nI won't stop tearing him limb from limbnHe'll never breathe again.nnI get in my car to chase the only set of tracksnA gun in my hand and a bag in the backnDeep in the slums, I saw him with their toysnnMy gunshot rang out,nBut the snow absorbed the noise.nI bagged up his body and I threw it in the carnWith all the toys that he'd carried oh so farnnNow that I've got my hands on him,nI can breathe againnFinally, I've rid the world of him andnI can breathe againnnBack at the house all my children were so sadnBut when their presents return, then not but joy,nThey'll surely havenI drove to the river and I threw the body innNo one else will be paying for his sinnnSomething screaming inside menSays that I can breathe againnJudge me all that your hearts desire,nBut I can breathe again.