| "Rise Against" | |
| [Dark Psyde] he can remember, they said he needed therapy yellin at his parents, man why aint you helpin me all they said was to relax and pop another pill the only this this paxil does is urging him to kill everyone that he sees, a victim of his own depression walked to school with a loaded smith and wesson what's the reason? why was he pushed to the edge? is it cuz he's a killa or the voices in his head? for four years he's been a monster trapped in a cage just a nerd with this homicidal rage it happened so fast and he stood there with a smile lock stock and barrel, the bodies formed a pile the kids try to run but he got the gun who are you to try and stop little johnny's fun? dressed up like neo, they said he was the one what did they finally see when the job was done? what did they finally see when the smoke was cleared? it was him, covered in blood, but his paint wasn't smeared now they fear him instead of cheering and now he's running and his game slips because he pointed fingers at dictatorships. [chorus] they say don't go near that kid, he'll rise against look at all of his friends, man, they'll rise against [switch sides] they don't want a beef they know the consequence we're taking over the world, we're gonna rise against you [Marked Soldier] he's too nice; if you think he isn't, think twice if you're so positive then bet it on your life if you're so right in fact he's so nice that he ain't even started a fight since the second grade, no strikes, he stayed out of the fray but it's his last year here and he's been saving his anger up people called him queer, they said "mascara boy won't shut up!"" but now it's over and the fun is over and done he reached into his bag and pulled out his gun, it's time to run shots ring, cops bring sting team professionals things seem unreal, the memories sentimental and the class is all staring; he wasn't even wearing a trench coat but bullets is flyin through necks anyway, though (started crying black tears) like an emo kid, he made it rain lead on anything that he could aim at and hit and that was it, an empty clip, and then the men in white coats took him and said he was sick, just trippin. [chorus x2] | |