Dead Confederate

Quiet Kid
Even the smallest dog can biteIn touch with the animal insidePissing away pathetic livesTake them away today I mightYou offer me nothingNothing is wrong and nothing's rightDo it today I think I mightA gun is an easy way to fightI'm going to make you kneel and cryI'll fucking kill everyone in sightTorture you slow if I have timeSo do your schoolwork you'll be fineTake you away today I mightYou offer me nothingI was the quiet kidNever could get enoughOf oxygenChoking on boredom's gunHad daydreamsDark as a swollen cutWould've killed youBut the time ran up From Letras Mania