As I walk along this darkened path
A darkened shadow takes a bath
Blood Soaked Fun Poked
Struggles on in deathly song
An eerie voice with no other choice
But to keep walking
With the others mocking
To quicken the pace
You'll fall on your face
So you go real slow
And try not to blow
They push you from behind
And mess with your mind
And you try not to cry
As you pass them by
They Stare They Glare
You can see the flare
As if to dare you to speak
To prove that you're weak
You keep your head down
And keep your eyes on the ground
You can hear their laughter
from up on the rafters
Pure evil grins
How much they've sinned
You wish them to hell
And you know they can tell
Their facial expression
Their joy in depression
These roles they play
This hatred they crave
They sit up high
And we pray that they die
And pray that this end
For Our Spirits Cannot Mend