Before I go, sing me another song,
O mockingbird who tortures me so.
Sing your taunts and flap your wings,
But know I will never submit.

There are wasps out here, swarming fast,
They wish to suffocate me deeply.
But my, oh my, look! I survived!
Sting me again, hellflyer, you won't see me flinch.

A crow flies overhead! Its haunting craws echo.
It's the omen of your demise.
But if you feed the crow and treat it kindly,
It will turn away when death asks where you reside.

When the world is cutting you down, stand your ground.
Don't let it move you an inch.
If spite and spitting blood is what it takes,
Spite the world. It already did the same.