Boiling black pitch
Burns from outside
Deeper than a graveyard ditch
Lies the darkness within
No regrets for my deeds
For what I say or do
I must fulfill my needs
Of which there are very few
Yet they always hammer or drill
Like I ask for the sun and moon
Of this I've had my fill
They'll learn the hard way soon
So let them sneer and stare
Like they know it all
I'll be the one laughing without a care
As I watch them slip and fall
