once again I'm walking to school
but this time you all will play by my rule
as I'm walking down the road
I memorize in my mind how to reload

I'm entering the gates of the cell ....
this place of study that i would like to call hell

from now on nomore stupid kids
from now on more evil needs
nevermore to wear uniform to make us equal
nevermore to be socity sequel

to class I start to run
I'm enternig to history with a shot gun
I smile and press the trigger while you crumbling down
I get over joyed and smile like a clown

I shall feed on your life
like you on my soul
from now on nomore to be whole

everybody scream and run
it is not nice to be on the other end of the gun

the bullets start to fly as the trigger I pull  
the school is painted red a puddle of blood is now a pool  

the shotgun all most gone dry
but who need's a life when you want to die

I open my mouth and empty the last shell
but unfortunately for you, there is nothing in me to go to
hell