If your in pain let me laugh at you, so you know how I fell

Your pain, screams, tears and sorrow are my feast

Every ones good for something but your just good for cannon fodder

Let the pain go you well fell better in hell

To petty others you must fell sorry for them
I petty no one

If your happy with your life tell how it fells

"burn the eyes of a fool to get the bleesing fo your hate"