hollow

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