Tekster: Fall Out. Other. Out Of Time.

The kids at school would pick on him, they thought is was so fun. He went to school the other day, and shot up every one! Mothers crying, I'm confused, when will this end? They say were running out of time, and soon I'll be dead!
[Chorus:] When kids don't use their minds! To see we are running out of time!
Hate sparatic, I am lost and socially confused. Graves aligned with poor lost souls, friends I once knew! Faces empty, memories fading and soon I'll fall down. Another victom of the gun, END THE VIOLENCE NOW!!!
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