I'll be laughing at your pain;
I love to make fun of your pain.
I know you're lost and hurtful,
but I have to anyways.
I won’t give up;
until everyone has had there turn.

I'll be laughing at your pain,
when you trip down the stairs.
I sold your soul to the devil;
let the devil guide you.
Soon you'll be in the bottom of hell.

A cold and friendless tide has found you;
don’t worry it will pull you down.
I'll paint a ray of worry around you,
squashed in mid-air,
being laughed at.

I'll be laughing at your pain;
this flame inside of me will grow.
No longer will you hold on,
you won’t make it;
you’ll be sorry, you’ll see.
Look for me, laughing at you,
as red as my face will get.
I'll never stop laughing,
I'll never stop laughing,
I'll never stop laughing...