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When I was young the preacher always said
watch out for that one he's fucked in the head
throw him off a ledge he's better off dead
ignore what he says or evil will spread

Verse 1
on this day 20 years ago mamma had a baby with so much hope
little did she know he would have no soul
her heart left in pieces archipelago
reality distortion emotionally thwarted
resembling signs of Dexter Morgan
mom sheds tears with uncontrolled emotion
wishing she had a fucking abortion
walks little funny with clothes kinda bummy
has zero money no chance with the honeys
the weird kid that liked to magnify ants
social outcast at the back of the class
other kids and him are like oil and water
genetic freak that got beat by his father
a pariah in every sense of the word
a psychopath just ready to emerge

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Verse 2
fast forward 10 years high school is here
till searching for approval from his peers
but he just gets scowls in the lunch room
scenes strait out of a cliché cartoon
punked and bullied and scarred and sullied
and now he's just anxious and worried
that he can't make a human connection
looking in the mirror loathing his own reflection
parties on the weekend no invitation
he's not privy to that social lubrication
he just wallows in lamentation
another victim of extreme isolation
his brain finally fucking snapped
time to take out these entitled brats
he'll embrace living in infamy
a soon to be wiki entry

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Verse 3
it's time for the first order of business
gather materials make a hit list
he just stole an AK from his uncle
a crazy gun nut always on the bubble
wasted no time went to school the next day
opened the door started blasting away
pools of blood and really loud screams
even if ya live I'll haunt your fucking dreams
they kept on begging please please don’t kill me
I’m too young to die I’m not ready
faces stricken with petrifaction
to him it's just addition by subtraction
fifty victims later the cops finally cuffed him
but the damage was already done and
here comes media glorification
till the next psycho comes to replace him

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Verse 4
talking heads debate back and forth
nature or nurture what'd he do this for?
the victim's families could give a fuck less
all they know is their faith's been put to the test
no amount of rosaries will ever bring em back
they swallow their sorrows in a flask of jack
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
amnesia is what they wish they could find
alas that's only found in fiction
real life is full of pain and affliction
time to start the 5 stages of grief
first denial, how could this happen to me?
God works in mysterious ways
is the shit they've been hearing for days
fuck your platitudes save your preaching
people just die there's no greater meaning

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