You Brought This On Yourself by Backstabbers, Inc.
Tell me another one...and another. The sun ain't shining, kid. It ain't shining and you're blind. Close f**king eyes, you'd better take these words like colombian neckties. This is where we're at, and this is the story told with a grain of salt for the open wounds and these locked grooves. The skin is f**king dead. The spirits are f**king gone. Alive and well is for the heartless. And I said I'd never write these words. So that's why I f**king typed this. Welcome to the fold. Here's where we f**king die. And welcome to the world where the kids never stop asking why. Welcome to hell. Your days are numbered. This is welcome home. This is f**king mine.