Teksty: Dead Confederate. Quiet Kid.

Even the smallest dog can bite
In touch with the animal inside
Pissing away pathetic lives
Take them away today I might
You offer me nothing
Nothing is wrong and nothing?s right
Do it today I think I might
A gun is an easy way to fight
I?m going to make you kneel and cry
I?ll fucking kill everyone in sight
Torture you slow if I have time
So do your schoolwork you?ll be fine
Take you away today I might
You offer me nothing
I was the quiet kid
Never could get enough
Of oxygen
Choking on boredom?s gun
Had daydreams
Dark as a swollen cut
Would?ve killed you
But the time ran up