See them - there they stand black flowers in their hands see their velvets and their laces proud expressions on their faces Their blackened souls of darkest hue match their shoes and wardrobes too they only emerge at night sharp words are how they fight CHORUS So much so much better than you been everywhere done everything with a condecending glare they make us all aware We are lowly, beneath their view They are the Darkest of us All children headed for a fall their wit will not protect them from their pain underneath it all they're all the same