The dead and decaying were everywhere   just a bit of blood stuck in my hair   all these guns and things were thrown about   as I'm howling at the moon aloud      I shot them dead with my gun under the light of the mid day sun   some people would call me a beast      Thank your government for hipocrisy ensued   thank your politicans for things they'll never do   all this violence and this bombardment of hate   can I stop this demon that I helped create      So what would you do if your son shot at columbine   if your boy was molested by a priest   these questions keey haunting me in side of my brain   so why can't we go out all the way      So why do you think I am evil and why do you think I'm wrong   This world is a mess of insecurities with hypocrites all along the path   So why do you blame me?