Get up at the usual time

Packed bag in the corner of the room

Breakfast - the day's starting well

Rushing in by the ringing of the bell



Now my time has come

And my job has to be done

Don't move, it won't help you anyway

Get ready for my judgement day



Highschool death



Bullets flying through the classroom

Ripping virginal flesh from the bone

Blood spills from the teacher's head

He tortured me and now he's dead



Outside the parents cry

Cops are waiting to come in

Kids are screaming, trying to run away

This is my private judgement day



Highschool death