Come wayward souls
who wander through the darkness,
there is a light for the lost and the meek.
Sorrow and fear are easily forgotten,
when you submit to the soil of the earth.
If dreams can't come true, then why not pretend?
What's that look? You don't like it, do you? I don't need to be judged by you! BY ANYONE! SCREW YOU! SCREW ALL YOU FUCKIN' DOUBTERS! HERE'S WHAT I SAY TO ALL OF YOU!!! Fly away, little moth! FLY AWAY!