BombsInTheLunchroom

Rip my heart up through my chest

The veins up out my flesh

Put the dope in the wood, couldn't flow if you could

Still thinkin' that you the best

You say you got the fans, but at your show they just stand

You say you got them bands, but you still livin' with your dad

Young Dylan Klebold, verse full of keynotes

Bombs in the lunchroom, teenage freak show

I ain't loadin' guns, I'm rollin' up some blunts

I got life up in my glass, I got death up in my lungs, what? Wait

I hurt everyone

I don't deserve anyone

I will let you down

In the end, I'll let you down