He walked down the door He was red and it wasn’t blood Even good days were cold He was warm, it wasn’t the cloak She wore red and it wasn’t blood Even bad days turned hot He walked down the door It was silent and on floor She screamed but no one heard Bad days ain’t about presents My presents came from events Say cheese, aim to the faces Say cheese, ain’t for moments My presents came from bad taste Bad taste for the ones at haste Drag you back to my sled. Don’t worry, it won’t make a face My deers won’t make a name Come near, don’t fear If you don’t want to hear, don’t hear If you don’t want to see, it will still tear Ho, ho, ho! It doesn’t need to be Krampus to be about you I don’t feed from cookies and milk, I feed from you