The New School Shooter Songtext
von Analog Rebellion

Old computer,
New school shooter;
I′m just like you,
Hope I end up like you.

You've been planning;
Scheming, scanning.
It will happen soon;
Feels long overdue.

Maps of hallways,
High school clichés.
You want to let them know;
You feel so hollow.

I would like to rearrange your
Glass that′s counting sand;
Dry and damaged hand.
Organize your fatal counter.
All the hate you've absorbed;
The things you've shut your mouth for.

The things you′ve shut your mouth for.


Just a minute,
It′s tough to get it.
Drawn and underscored,
Your life has been ignored.
Mother's valium,
Father′s shotgun.

Sun might burn you,
The rays might scar you;
But I'd argue, today is beautiful.

Desperate letters;
Life feels better.
In the summer air,
I will meet you there.

I will meet you there.

You′ve been planning;
Scheming, scanning.
It will happen soon;
Feels long overdue.

Maps of hallways,
High school clichés.
You want to let them know;
You feel so hollow.