Sometimes 
I wake up of the night 
Voices in my head trying to ignite the burning hate that's driving me insane 
Grabs my mind and strikes my soul with pain 
Covered in sweat 
Stomach upset 
No more sleep 
Cum on the sheet 
Slimy excrete 
Sometimes 
I just cut my skin to gain relief 
Shed my blood to wash away the grief 
Scribe inverted crosses on my chest 
The I purge my bowels and I get dressed 
Start out to school 
Wrathful and cruel 
No more grace 
Snatched up from 
Rotten.com put on my trench coat and grab my father's gun 
A sawed – off rifle is a guaranty for fun a king – sized box of ammunition cause I'm smart 
I won't run out of bullets when the party starts 
Class has begun as I am entering the room 
Before the teacher starts to bitch I perforate her womb 
Her torn up innards make a nasty smacking sound 
As they spout around my face and hit the classroom's ground 
The air is filled with smoke, dead bodies adorn the floor 
Horrified teenagers are pushing to the door 
I pump a bullet into every single head 
But I won't go to jail and kill myself instead