• We point to each other.
    We laugh at another.
    "look at them" we shout.

    We say they're all losers.
    As if they're the choosers
    of this hell in which they take part.

    But don't you worry your words were heard
    by your victims every night.
    "it was just sport" You all excuse like a herd
    of sheep struck by fright.
    "i'm not a bully" You plead and you cry.
    "they were odd and dark" you lie.

    But that's ok because when you die.
    Its going to be up to the devil whether you fall or fly.