The world is full of selfish jackasses,
Insidious worms who were born in a hole,
Wandering about with careless abandon,
Gibbering quietly, pawning their souls.

The world is full of backstabbing traitors
With pleasures to spare and sins to burn.
They live through their lives in caring for no one,
Never evolving, never to learn.

I stay in the corner, lit by a flame,
A flame that I stand by day after day.
A flame that wards off the evils I know,
The evils that nibble my soul away.

Six billion lecherous lust-driven cobras,
Six billion ignorant self-serving boors.
Six billion jovially chortling monsters,
And another one waiting behind every door.

I stay in the corner, lit by a flame,
But each day it seems to be further away.
Colder it seems, and darkness is falling;
It's warming those fools while they do as they may.

Each time I watch as my dear torch is taken,
Each time I breathe as its flame grows again.
Each time I hope that the fire keeps on living
But each time I see it burnt out in the end.

Six billion nose-thumbers mocking my fire,
Telling me all I was foolish to do.
My blood spills here, on the pavement today,
Because now it's my turn to say, "screw you."