We are the Dupids,
The two of us,
We search for love,
Then crumple it up.

Instead of love arrows,
We shoot poison darts,
We crush their souls,
And rip them apart.

The sight of two, 
disgusts us to death,
Then when we have run out of darts,
We are in total debt.

We don't love, 
We aim to hate,
We don't care if we go to hell
We will face our fate.

Those stupid hormones,
We'd **** them if we could,
We hate their stupid love stuff,
We would rip it, yes we would.

But unfortunately for me,
I have been struck by Cupid,
I'm falling hard,
I am no more a Dupid.