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The dead and decaying were everywhere just a bit of blood stuck in my hair all these guns and things were thrown about as I'm howling at the moon aloud I shot them dead with my gun under the light of the mid day sun some people would call me a beast Thank your government for hipocrisy ensued thank your politicans for things they'll never do all this violence and this bombardment of hate can I stop this demon that I helped create So what would you do if your son shot at columbine if your boy was molested by a priest these questions keey haunting me in side of my brain so why can't we go out all the way So why do you think I am evil and why do you think I'm wrong This world is a mess of insecurities with hypocrites all along the path So why do you blame me? From Letras Mania