Being the brunt of a cruel joke
Is like a spear through your soul,
Burning you burn & the fires they stoke
Desecrating innocence turns diamonds back to coal.

All the potential but these animals feast on it
All of the tears but these creatures get of on it,
All of the pain but these demons remain by it
All of the innocence lost & consumed by Id.

Making their egos so threadbare
Superego overworked it is dead there,
Creating a creature of dread fear
The cycle continues instead here.