Sometimes I Wake Up From Bad Nightmares
Screaming For Purity And Peace Within Myself
Yelling At The Top Of My Lungs Of The Bad Past Times
I Wish I Could Stop The Dreams But They Continued
As It Shown Like A Book With Endless Pages
My Heart Were Cold And Frozen Like A Ice Age
My Mind Start To Rot Into A Mindless Monster
The Anger Consumed My Body Into Something
I Would Hope To Never Happen To Me
Fists And Kicks Start To Fly
So Did Guns And Knifesblood Went Everywhere
To The Floor To The Walls
I Just Made A Mass Genicide
To Th My Fellows Students
Then I Woke Up Knowing My Anger
Would Be My Weakness And My Downfall
I Shot Myself In The Head
And Realized It Was Only A Dream
That I Hoped Would Ended In The First Place