Death Becomes My Light
My blood, thats all everyone wants
so sick of this shit, lies and taunts
everyday the same face, masquerade
time, endless, yet i fade
they make my stress grow, day to day
so fucking tired, of how they treat me that way
they killed my morals, i dont care for life
so now i come to school with a shotgun and knife
First one teases, justice is served
this is for the pain i never deserved
others see, and begin to panic
my knife met to the hilt of someones stomache
fuck you all, now you beg and cry!
as i point my gun into your eye
you talk big with your friends near by
i dont belive your soul will fly
Justice, just like in days of old
Justice, from a mind, desperate, cold
Justice, God's light in silver and copper
Justice, as i serve a sentence, because i deliver!
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