Sometimes I wake up of the night Voices in my head trying to ignite the burning hate that's driving me insane Grabs my mind and strikes my soul with pain Covered in sweat Stomach upset No more sleep Cum on the sheet Slimy excrete Sometimes I just cut my skin to gain relief Shed my blood to wash away the grief Scribe inverted crosses on my chest The I purge my bowels and I get dressed Start out to school Wrathful and cruel No more grace Snatched up from Rotten.com put on my trench coat and grab my father's gun A sawed off rifle is a guaranty for fun a king sized box of ammunition cause I'm smart I won't run out of bullets when the party starts Class has begun as I am entering the room Before the teacher starts to bitch I perforate her womb Her torn up innards make a nasty smacking sound As they spout around my face and hit the classroom's ground The air is filled with smoke, dead bodies adorn the floor Horrified teenagers are pushing to the door I pump a bullet into every single head But I won't go to jail and kill myself insteadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
