Written for someone, I hope they see it.
I have no pity.
All these words, you think don't mean anything, and won't do anything. You're wrong.
My angel stands out in the moonlight.
She's afraid, so deeply afraid.
Here comes the new peice of chaos, the new peice of Disasterology.
Your jokes you tell or things you say in the hall, without a thought, they have an impact that you could never imagine.
Their hostile sneers remind you of home.