Our secret society of pain and sorrow

Sometimes it gets cold in this intoxicating place.
And other times i feel like my life is out of the race.
Am i guarenteed safety?
Am i guarenteed hope?
When i look up through the rain
I see myself trapped in all of your pain
You take your anger out on me
And is it pleasure that i see?
I cant tell you the good
And why it is and how it should
I cant tell you the bad
Or why people always seem to think the theme song has gone mad.
I can tell you who i am and what we are
A society full of pain and sorrow
And we dont even think about tomorrow.
Some have razors, some have knifes
Even our own Grim Reaper carries a sythe
Some take pills, others have problems that may give you the chills
Thats our thrill.
You can be a critique or a spectator if you want
I just hope you dont mind our taunts
We live in a society full of sorrow and the only game we play
Is the game of "What is our pain today?"
In this society our fears run the show
Its like playing softball and winning the game depends on this last throw.
In our scoiety we grow through pain
Except this lion cant be tame
We walk to the streets at night
And the shrieking sounds of glass shattering fill us with delight.
We whisper our names into the forest of death
And it whispers back through the Dragon’s breath
In our society we cut very deep
We do it in front of girls who shout “Ew!You creep!”
We feast on the walking dead that climb these walls
They all died of homocide in these halls
In this society I look left
Because they say whoever looks right gets put in jail for theft.
In this scoiety I actually rule
Because out there, in the real world, everbody and everything, to me, is just way to cruel.