The Darkside of life is all I’ve ever known
I couldn’t ever call the bright side my own
With the Darkside, I was never alone
The Darkside welcomed me into the unknown
The Darkside and I throw sticks and stones
In hopes that we will break your bones
to hear your cries and hear your moans
and tell you that you will never go home
we laugh as we watch you drown
you don’t deserve to wear that crown
we got you some facepaint to look like a clown
Remember all those times you put us down?
Oh don’t worry you’ll go out in style
The Darkside and I will hold a trial
We recall you called us...′ hostile’?
We’ll try not to smile while we sentence you to exile.
But the Darkside and I fear that punishment is not enough for you.
But don’t fret we have other ones we can do.
Be nice and the Darkside might let you choose.
They may be kinda extreme to you but look at it from our point of view.