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