Slaughter

Two common kids were looking for fame
Happy and pleased with the hiding game
Books in a mess, have spoke through the gun
And we all had nowhere to run

I believed in you God for so many days
I believed but you were made into fear and pain
Firing at us till shoot guns felt light
Then suicide would set it all right

My old friend’s blood wet the dirty floor
What to do? To hide at the door?
I believed in you God for so many days
I believed but you were made into fear and pain

Slaughter!
Slaughter!
The killer’s voice
Left us no choice
Behind these shelves we were not ourselves
Not anymore

Slaughter!
Slaughter!
The killer’s voice
Left us no choice

With death in view
Laughing at you
Killed by their anger
We were in danger
I did not die in this pond
Of blood