Mind of a School Shooter

I can't help but let these demons go inside of my mind
They really know how to put on a show
I don't think you understand the darkness that I have in my mind
I don't think you fucking know

I don't think you wanna know
Percocets and alcohol, I'm down at my low
You better watch yourself tomorrow
I'm coming there so fucked up
I'm out of control
Yeah, fuck all these kids
And I said fuck this school shit
All these fuckers push me around I'm fucking done with it
I'm gonna take this 9, I'm gonna fucking commit
Some fucking homicides
Taking all these bitches lives

Now they're dead and I'm at my peace of mind
Mom I won't be home for dinner tonight
Today is the day, the fucking day that I die
Right before the cops get here I'm gonna
Blow my mind, with that fucking 9
My pain is finally gone

I can't help but let these demons go inside of my mind
They really know how to put on a show
I don't think you understand the darkness that I have in my mind
I don't think you fucking know

No you don't fucking know
You will never fucking know
Now it's time to give these fuckers a show
Off to school with my backpack full



Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Clemmer
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