Guilt

Think about the ending.

It's not just a land of ugliness
Although it is ugly
It's not just a land of no one is allowed
Though no one is

I am special to this field
I have a degree in being left out
So you're all out of here
I'll beat you to a bloody pulp
Until your skin is hanging from your bones
And I won't feel guilt

Guilt
A thing for those with something
Guilt
A thing for those with something