| Snake, grim reaper walking past the classrooms
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| Rifles at the boys and girls stillborn
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| Let’s pierce, go through all the teachers as they speak
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| Dying children running toward
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| The light, it’s feeding from the screams of the people of Miami
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| Vice Florida, oh, no, go, lord, oh, no, more
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| Victor holds his breath tight
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| Trying to survive the raid
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| The shooter starts to walk away
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| Ooh, ooh, ahh
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| Victor hid
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| Divinity has left its shade
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| He was the few to survive the matter
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| Under the bodies, the ocean’s grieve
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| They do indeed
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| Faceless,? |
| flow through caskets
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| Graveled with the sound of death
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| One tear, drops leak, must follow
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| Parents drip their speak
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| Like two fathers looking for their guns
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| They’re feeding from the hate of the reaper from the underground
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| Hades
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| They’re feeding from the hate of the reaper from the underground
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| Hades
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| He feels guilt 'cause he hid underneath his school’s corpse
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| Still Victor saw the snake
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| It was slaughtering up all his friends
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| Could not believe their sullen fate
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| After all he was the one who held the gun
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| The gun, the gun, he’s gone
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| Insane, he’s gone, insane, he’s gone, insane, he’s gone
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| Mask off, Victor’s laughing at the madness
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| Blazed with all the guts and?
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| Let’s pierce, flow through all his childrens as he falls
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| Dying Victor running toward the light |