There's no need to apologise

Terror.
Highschool reunion on the horizon.
A whiff of sulphur, a touch of bitchiness, a look of longing...
are we back in the teen-years people?
Come now.
Suuuuuuurrrrrely not.

Did someone mistakely tell you that you can't do it.
Be thin. I mean.
What on earth possessed them?
To say a stupid thing like that?
They must have forgotten who we are.
And why we're here.
Why we start fires, bend blades, kill cats, dig graves;
Because I'm a motherfucking anorexic, you stupid cunt.
And when i say i'll do it, i'll do it.
Who the fuck are you?
That's right.
You're fucking nobody.
And I'm the fucking king of my castle.

The time has come.
Can you here it?
That strange, rythmic, magnetic, hypnotic noise.
What is it, they say.
It's success, baby, and we the only bitch at this station gettin' on board!
Choooo - ooooooo