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Two common kids were looking for fame,

Happy and pleased with the hiding game,

Books in a mess, hate spoke through the gun

And we all had nowhere to run

I believed in you God for so many days,

I believed

But you were made into fear and pain

Firing at us till shotguns felt light

Then suicide would set it all right

My old friend's blood wet the dirty floor,

What to do? To hide at the door?

I believed in you God for so many days,

I believed

But you were made into fear and pain

Slaughter

Slaughter

The killer's voice

Left us no choice

Behind these shelves we were not ourselves,

Not anymore

(Solo Guitar)

Slaughter

Slaughter

The killer's voice

Left us no choice

With death in view

Laughing at you

Killed by their anger,

We where in danger

I di not die in this pond

Of blood