Dead Confederate Quiet Kid
Even the smallest dog can bite
In touch with the animal inside
Pissing away pathetic lives
Take them away today I might
You offer me nothing
Nothing is wrong and nothing’s right
Do it today I think I might
A gun is an easy way to fight
I’m going to make you kneel and cry
I’ll f..cking kill everyone in sight
Torture you slow if I have time
So do your schoolwork you’ll be fine
Take you away today I might
You offer me nothing
I was the quiet kid
Never could get enough
Of oxygen
Choking on boredom’s gun
Had daydreams
Dark as a swollen cut
Would’ve killed you
But the time ran up
