i wore a black trench coat
everyday in high skool.
and you called me a monster
but yr the one who taught me to be a man.
you still feel like picking on me now?
in the end we're exacly the same.
and i'll prove it, right now!

all jocks stand up
all nazis stand up
everyone who says their group isn't the same
stand up
now can't you see
the tears on my shoulder
the patches on my arm
you can make me feel so stupid.
but i prefer to be a loner by myself.

some people escape through drugs
some people escape through art
some people escape through the barrel of a sawed off shot gun.

kill off the violence
kill off the pain
and become detached....

i want to live
i want to love
i want you to come back to me!!
i feel so close to the dead....
i sleep with bullets on my mind
and my head on a pillow case
and i'm not sure why.

part of me died with you
part of me woke up.
and you weren't alone,
i was the gun....

but i shot words
and i'll keep doing it.
the most fun i ever had in my whole life
makes me sad.