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