• People like me aren't born like this
    We're made.
    By the misery of this world
    By parents that cared about all of the wrong things
    By the scars life gives us
    By the scent of the spilt blood
    Of innocent people
    Of people who knew nothing of our suffering
    And, so enticed by that pureness
    So jealous of their blindness
    We finally decided
    "Why should we suffer
    When we can make THEM suffer"

    Now feel the pain.
    REMEMBER it.
    And know
    That that's what I feel
    Every day
    And now you feel it.
    So scream, so that i can know
    That I'm not the only one
    In pain.