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
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