Sangtekst: Justice. Highschool Death.

Get up at the usual time
Packed bag in the corner of the room
Breakfast - the day`s starting well
Rushing in by the ringing of the bell

Now my time has come
And my job has to be done
Don`t move, it won`t 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 teacher`s head
He tortured me and now he`s 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