Built on pride and shallow fights, Every desk a gilded throne, Yet every heart is carved to bone. We pledge our spite, we sing our lies, With sharpened tongues and hollow eyes. A crown of grades, a mask of cheer, The screams of the weak are the anthem we hear. Hail, oh Sparrow, cold and grand, Where wolves parade and victims stand. The strong devour, the meek decay, And teachers look the other way. Raise your pens, not to create, But stab each other, seal their fate. In Sparrow's name, we mock, we sneer- A kingdom of brilliance built on fear. we, students of sparrow hills, will die Filled with shame in our hearts. Blades in our hands as we stab through The depths of our pathetic lives. Will perish, to our holder. Goodbye.