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Six Scars Deep

Say My Name (Kiss Me Now)

Hey Santa 

[Verse 1]
Hey Santa, I’m still at the bar,
Counting ghosts, not the stars.
The jukebox hums that same old sin,
And I keep letting the whiskey win.

You know I never asked for much,
Just one more night, one softer touch.
But all I got was quiet snow,
And hearts that melt too slow.


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[Pre-Chorus]
So don’t send me angels, they never show,
They miss the places I still go.
Just send me peace, or something warm,
‘Cause I’ve been good at being torn.


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[Chorus]
Hey Santa, don’t come tonight,
I’ve had enough of holy light.
If you’ve got mercy, pour it neat —
I’ll drink it slow till I can’t feel me.
Hey Santa, I don’t need a sign,
Just someone’s shadow next to mine.
And if you’re listening, tell me true —
Does heaven make room for two?


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[Verse 2]
Hey Santa, I tried to pray,
But the words just fell away.
You know how hard it is to kneel,
When love don’t feel like something real.

I wrapped my hope in paper lies,
Tied it tight, still heard it cry.
Every bow came undone too soon —
Guess faith don’t hold in June.


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[Pre-Chorus]
So don’t send no angels, they never stay,
They leave when the bottle’s halfway.
If grace is out there, make it cheap,
I’ll buy enough to fall asleep.


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[Chorus]
Hey Santa, don’t come tonight,
I’ve had enough of holy light.
If you’ve got mercy, pour it neat —
I’ll drink it slow till I can’t feel me.
Hey Santa, I don’t need a sign,
Just someone’s shadow next to mine.
And if you’re listening, tell me true —
Does heaven make room for two?


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[Bridge]
Don’t send me snow, it chills my blame,
Don’t send me love, it sounds the same.
Just send a song that knows my ache,
And I’ll promise not to break.


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[Outro]
Hey Santa, it’s getting late,
The lights are low, I’ve sealed my fate.
If you pass by, don’t make a scene —
Just tip your hat, pretend I’m clean.


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Hey Santa

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[Verse 1]
The hardest truth I face is living where we can't be free
If I can't name the beast
Then the beast will swallow me
Accepting that the hate is loud while I just hold my shame
And I know the leader’s name
No, this isn't just a game

[Pre-Chorus]
You’ve given him all of the airtime
You’ve covered up all of his hate crimes
You’ve shown us there’s rot in the blue skies
Only lies, only lies

[Chorus]
So don't ask the reason why
I won't let this slide
I won't run and hide
They’ll show their hands tomorrow
Why we fear for life at night
I won't run and hide
It will all make sense tomorrow

[Verse 2]
Patiently waiting for the mask to drop, full speed ahead and
It’s not just in my head, I see the history they’ve read
See, no one wants to talk about the salute he did at school
Treating voters like a fool
Used a gesture meant to rule
Tormenting Jewish kids while the teachers turned away
Now he wants the final say
Make the vulnerable pay
Look at the football shirt, check the number on the chest
Where the one and eight is pressed
A and H, put to the test
That’s Adolf Hitler code, yeah, the fascists know the score
While they knocking at your door
Is this what you voted for?
They normalize the hatred, make the dangerous respectable
BBC made him electable
Now the violence is detectable

[Pre-Chorus]
You’ve been there for all of his hate crimes
Only lies, only lies

[Chorus]
So don't ask the reason why
I won't let this slide
I won't run and hide
They’ll show their hands tomorrow
Why we fear for life at night
I won't run and hide
It will all make sense tomorrow

[Bridge]
I've shouted out the truth
But do you hear it? Do you see the arm he moves?
Will you believe that he has played us all along?
Sang the gas 'em up song
By finding out the past, we see the writing on the wall
By fighting for the right, I watch the broadcaster fall
I'm standing here alone, but now I see it all
It's a populist disguise
For the evil in their eyes

[Chorus]
So don't ask the reason why
I won't let this slide
I won't run and hide
They’ll show their hands tomorrow
Why we fear for life at night
I won't run and hide
It will all make sense tomorrow

[Refrain]
"Salute" and "18"
(Lies, spies, cries)
Point it out when you see the salute
(Lies, spies, cries)
A dog is a dog, and the truth is the truth

[Verse 3]
Now the Corp is in a sprint to wash the dirty laundry clean
Suits in high offices managing the fascist machine
I’m screaming at the walls just to make the truth break through
But the airwaves protect them, and they coming for you
This weather made of heavy hate that the party keeps alive
It fuels the violent crimes and lets the sleeping bigots thrive
See, it puts my whole family in the crosshairs of the street
But the media makes excuses while the cycle stays on repeat
They polish up the image while the danger’s getting deep
Sanitizing monsters while the general public sleep

[Pre-Chorus]
I watched him raise his arm, I saw the gesture in the air
A Reform signal rising, showing Hitler is still there
I saw the leader smile, doing what he did in school
And they want us to stay silent, playing by the rules

[Refrain]
(We say No!) No to the fascism creeping in the room
(We say No!) No to the racism spelling out our doom
Can't ignore the massive monster standing right before our eyes
These populists are wolves wearing a flimsy cheap disguise
(Don't be quiet!) When the mask falls off, don't let silence be your choice
(Don't be quiet!) Point a finger at the traitor when you hear that Reform voice
I see the true face hidden in the way they stand
I see the history of hatred in the raising of a hand

[Outro]
Point it out when you see the salute.
A dog is a dog.
And the truth... is the truth.

Reform Salute

And this is my soundrealm. 
Raw. Ritual. Rising 

Spark is real

Liz Berkhana