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The time has come
She can't do anything to you
She won't hurt you anymore
St. Francis won't help her

Pop into the classroom,
Nobody's gonna jump the gun;
There'll be no alarms
Kick the doors, so

Make her go down to the ground
Not even kneel, make her lay there
Put your balls on her eyes
And grab her nose

Hold it long enough
Craving for air, she will have to open her mouth
To breathe
But what she'll get

Piss into her mouth
Than come to her mouth
Fill it with your jizz
- It's all over the place

Shit on her desk
Best if it's diarrhoea
But normal shit shall do
Just defecate!

Get your gun
Or don't, that would be too easy...
Where is your knife?
Now it's time to use it.

Rip out her eyeballs
The blood stains on your hands
This blood tastes like revenge
This blood tastes like your freedom

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