I'm Gonna Deck Your Halls, Bub!

Your body's a temple there is currently a holy war between good sense and circumstance
It's knocking at your door; you won't make it out alive
And who am I to say how you should keep safe
I'm not a guideline
You mean something to someone sometime
You're not one to find out what people really mean when they say "this doesn't concern me"
And I'm not quite concerned with transparent empathy, just a fucking lack of dignity
I've already said enough for the both of us
I know I said a lot of things, most of which I didn't mean.