Ok so the tables are turned,
Blood is shed for any reason,
Be it hatred, cruelty or even treason,
Walking classroom to classroom see if anyone's there,
You grab an unsuspecting person by their hair,
Put two in their head,
They are pronounced dead,
Ethnicity, age, religion is not restricted,
You all did wrong and so you'll all be convicted,
By the saviour we call gun,
It chooses who lives or dies just point it at someone,
Pull back the trigger and fire,
Another person who goes home to no one,
They're not going home at all,
You had the balls to talk trash then so where are those balls,
Walking down the hallway opening fire,
Kids in panic screaming running everywhere,
Watch the bullets fly through bodies watching the skin tear,
Blood for everyone,
Blood here blood there,
Blood spilled,
Blood shared,
And I will lie there with them,
Center of attention,
They'll think again before they give me detention.
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