I weep for you, the spoiled one,

who gets what you desire.

I weep for you, the happy one,

who wont recongize the fire.

when rages wrath atteack your soul,

you wont be able to resist...

there'll be no one there to save you

from your fate, devils kiss.

I, the angsty loner will just laugh,

stare down at you and shake with mirth

while you drown in your confusion

and wish for a new birth.

See, we, the gifted emos,

we know how pain can sting.

and you, the happy fuckers,

know nothing of our king.