Get up at the usual time    Packed bag in the corner of the room    Breakfast - the day`s starting well    Rushing in by the ringing of the bell       Now my time has come    And my job has to be done    Don`t move, it won`t help you anyway    Get ready for my judgement day       Highschool death       Bullets flying through the classroom    Ripping virginal flesh from the bone    Blood spills from the teacher`s head    He tortured me and now he`s dead       Outside the parents cry    Cops are waiting to come in    Kids are screaming, trying to run away    This is my private judgement day       Highschool death