Think that’s red paint splattered on the wall?
Think again, it’s the blood of the many that fall
They fought for their lives, many many tried
Butchered by the sharpened blade of a knife
Their bodies ridiculed with the many bullets
Of the ones that tried to protect the ones beaten with a bullwhip
Thrown to the crowd high with stakes, begging for them not to take your life away
They do their best to shoot up the school, laughed at the ones who thought they were cool
The blood curdling screams can’t fill this hollow
Blackened thoughts colored with blood
Crackling at them all like a madman
Love being a badman
Got their victims names on a list
Pushed against a wall punched with their fists
The voices in your head getting louder
But you, you’re getting prouder
Weeping down a lonely tunnel
Loneliness doesn’t like to cuddle
But psychopath is their new name
And murder is their well played game
The blood curdling screams can’t fill this hollow
Blackened thoughts colored with blood
Crackling at them all like a madman
Love being a badman
They spin around thinking it’s fun
With their parents hand held gun
Cause once they start making a mess
The last thing you’ll feel is blessed
Get on your knees and beg for your meaningless life
They’re getting closer and closer with that damned knife
When they’re finally near, they raise the weapon above your head
Time to do your final scream before you meet the dead
The blood curdling screams can’t fill this hollow
Blackened thoughts colored with blood
Crackling at them all like a madman
Love being a badman