TRIGGER WARNING
Sound ringin' in the hall like
What's that?
You could hear a pin drop till that click clack
Omen of the day
Put a target on a snap back
The reaper has come
What a class act
How quick can you run with a back pack?
Saw my friend end up with a split cap
Leakin' on the floor
That sound of his head crackin'
Will haunt my dreams if I ever sleep
The blood is running like a stream at the children's feet
I taste the metal in air as I try to breathe
Head between my knees
God take my ears or stop the screaming
I grab my phone and text
Dear mother
I ran as fast as I could but now
I'm cornered in
I just want to say I love you all
While I have the chance
Sorry for the typos
There's blood all over my hands
I've taken you for granted
Never got to be the man
That you fought by tooth and nail
To bring up in this world of disgust
For them to pump me full of lead until my organs rust
So close the casket
I don't think there will be much left
But a mess
In the cavernous chest of a Freshman
The shots are getting closer
I don't think that I have much longer
I hope that you find closure
This is it
I hear him opening the door"
Spill me
As I fill the cracks in the floor
Drain my liberty as you drain that magazine
I'm staring down the end of my tunnel
Look at them
Forfeit the bliss of ignorance
Let it set in like rigor mortis
We have failed you
Now mothers wail into the night
What is the cost of love and life?
We picked the price and now they pay
We picked the price and now they pay
What's that?
You could hear a pin drop till that click clack
Omen of the day
Put a target on a snap back
The reaper has come
What a class act
How quick can you run with a back pack?
Saw my friend end up with a split cap
Leakin' on the floor
That sound of his head crackin'
Will haunt my dreams if I ever sleep
The blood is running like a stream at the children's feet
I taste the metal in air as I try to breathe
Head between my knees
God take my ears or stop the screaming
I grab my phone and text
Dear mother
I ran as fast as I could but now
I'm cornered in
I just want to say I love you all
While I have the chance
Sorry for the typos
There's blood all over my hands
I've taken you for granted
Never got to be the man
That you fought by tooth and nail
To bring up in this world of disgust
For them to pump me full of lead until my organs rust
So close the casket
I don't think there will be much left
But a mess
In the cavernous chest of a Freshman
The shots are getting closer
I don't think that I have much longer
I hope that you find closure
This is it
I hear him opening the door"
Spill me
As I fill the cracks in the floor
Drain my liberty as you drain that magazine
I'm staring down the end of my tunnel
Look at them
Forfeit the bliss of ignorance
Let it set in like rigor mortis
We have failed you
Now mothers wail into the night
What is the cost of love and life?
We picked the price and now they pay
We picked the price and now they pay
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Writer(s): Benjamin Adam Thomas Larson, Brockton Michael Reddish
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