The New School Shooter - 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 cliches

You want to let them know

You feel so hollow

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 cliches

You want to let them know

You feel so hollow

You feel so hollow