Propane pipe bombs
Flash like Nikons
Young dead suicidal superstar icon
I make them nervous like the image of me lurkin
In the halls with the weapon only purpose is to murder
Now you didn't mean it
You tell me you were kiddin
Read the plans in my notebook and see why i did it
Two hours for the cops come
In, now its locked down
Everybody runnin like some fiends when the cops round
Smokin in my trench coat
Waitin for my next go
Water comin down from the sprinklers on my neck froze
Lets go, next door
Then the cafeteria
My mind is in a trance my ears are locked out i am not hearin ya
I'm feelin somethin like Eric
But im lookin just like Dylan
Just another white trash kid with his mind battled
All he ever wanted to do was kill him
These boys boys act tough till they ribs erupt
Leave ya body in the library next to ya favorite book
What
I don't like you (you)
I don't like you (you)
I'll give you to the count of ten
For you to start running again
We just could've been friends
But you decided to hurt me
Decided to hurt me (x8)
