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Get up at the usual time
Packed bag in the corner of the room
Breakfast - the days starting well
Rushing in by the ringing of the bell
Now my time has come
And my job has to be done
Dont move, it wont help you anyway
Get ready for my judgement day
Highschool death
Bullets flying through the classroom
Ripping virginal flesh from the bone
Blood spills from the teachers head
He tortured me and now hes dead
Outside the parents cry
Cops are waiting to come in
Kids are screaming, trying to run away
This is my private judgement day
Highschool death