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(intro, women talking over a phone)

Just another outburst,

It happens from time to time,

Everything's fine,

He swears he'll get back in line..

 

Verse 1

Everyone neglected

The signs that he showed at an early age,

They all rejected

That it was anything more then a stage

His mind worked as a cage,

He was engulfed in a rage

Woke up and decided that he needed a change...

He threw on a smile...

it only lasted a while

Then he tossed it in a file

His mother was in denial...

Why did it have to be my child?

Then he was fifteen and he was tested,

His diagnosis was contested

doc started throwing the term manic depressive,

How fucked is your kid? Mines impressive.

24 hour supervision fuckin' oppressive

He Formed an addiction to his prescription...

Monthly sessions with a physican,

There was no sympathetic position...

 

INTRO

 

Verse 2

Turned eighteen still on medication.

He needed perseverance and vocation,

To earn an honest occupation

And for that he needed an application,

That proves he had mental calibration

He didn't have the drive~

One day he woke up and went for a ride

He had a new urge and temptation,

A pleasing sensation...(explosion)

spent his savings for a 50 caliber Wesson,

It's a fucking powerful weapon,

Teach all them who didn't believe in him a lesson...

Grabbed a cold one and sat in the sun,

Whew he wiped his head...this is gonna be fun

(Happy birthday to you, like an old home recording plays)

(There are seven gunshots and screaming)

I was sitting three rows down,

They entered the classroom and gathered around,

Silence was all that could be found,

the enthusiasm that left there voice was the only sound...

Plopped his head on the table and then he cried,

They just said his uncle died.

Little did he know what went down an hour ago,

An officer popped his uncle in the back of the head,

Fell to the ground it ran red,

1 killed, six injured, CNN statement read,

my old man knew the patient

something that he dread..

 

Peter knew god would get it and let it slide and he was relived,

Peter was dead the day he was conceived, peter had died.

no one had tried, now he lived that shame he lived pain, never went away,

he would try to to explain to his ma he was gay, but everyone always knew

you had to be straight because there was no other way,

then his dad