What is it that you want from me?
That, I don' t understand.
I promise that the death you see
is not by our hand.
I know that most do not believe
these simple words I say,
for none have shown benevolence
for my kind to this day.

You argue that my sympathy
is where I must be wrong.
I've only displayed cruelty
to those I pass along.

I laugh at such ignorant words,
I grin from ear to ear,
Hold on a minute, little one,
You're missing something here.
Oh sure, yes, I have sympathy,
for you have been misled.
My sympathy is not for you,
but only for the dead.