http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0qFquPtUBME
(Chorus)
Let me tell you a little story about a kid named Torey
And how he got bullied at school
Till one day got fed up, next morning went up
In his back pack packing a tool
A school without cops, slowly he walked
Man he was actin all cool
He sat alone at lunch, pulled out his gun
And shot at an unlucky few
(Verse)
Beep beep is the sound of the heart module
His name's Scott, one of the kids shot at school
The type of kid to stare away and not talk to you
And when Torey said hey, that's what he'd often do
They were friends when he was a little dude
Best of buds in middle school, now it turned to ridicule
Ever since that little feud over Scott's new friends
After he joined football, and started at tight end
Torey couldn't fit in with em so Scott turned his back
Torey'd see him in the halls, Scott would point and laugh
No way to act, Scott didn't feel bad or take it back
He wrote "faggot" on a paper and slapped it on his back
Forever aft-er, never friends just new enemies
When their parents hungout they didn't even pretend to be
Now Scott's in a clinic see, one of his lungs just burst
When Torey squeezed off, you know why Scott got shot first
(Chorus)
Let me tell you a little story about a kid named Torey
And how he got bullied at school
Till one day got fed up, next morning went up
In his back pack packing a tool
A school without cops, slowly he walked
Man he was actin all cool
He sat alone at lunch, pulled out his gun
And shot at an unlucky few
(Verse)
Click snap is the sound of the latch locking
A girl in a coffin, both her parent's are watching
No talking, silence, her name was Mary McCloud
According to the tombstone at her burial ground
Six feet under now she was pretty and popular
Walking down the hallway, the guys would gawk at her
Try to talk to her, except one....kinda quiet
Always noticed him out the corner of her eyelid
Name was Torey, he was little frail and afraid
And Mary held spite for him, she'd take into the grave
Attention never paid, so she asked him to the dance
His eyes lit up with energy, he always wanted that chance
Put on his pants, his shirt, held flowers in his arms
And went to the adress scribbled there on the card
An empty yard, Torey had got ditched, his heart stopped
So when Torey squeezed off, you know why she got shot
(Chorus)
Let me tell you a little story about a kid named Torey
And how he got bullied at school
Till one day got fed up, next morning went up
In his back pack packing a tool
A school without cops, slowly he walked
Man he was actin all cool
He sat alone at lunch, pulled out his gun
And shot at an unlucky few
(Verse)
Swish swish is the sound of the empty bottle
The kid who gripped it had drunk it like there was no tommorow
His name was Charles, Charlie to his parents and friends
He went bottoms up, now he's at rock bottom again
He got shot in the shin, a flesh wound nothing major
But with any given story there's several different layers
He sat there, crying, wollowing in the dark room
He pulled back the curtains and stared at the far moon
His heart doomed, his life destined for solemnity
Cause while he was fine, Torey had killed his girlfriend Emily
Not enemies, they had just been sitting at lunch
And had stood up to run from a kid with a gun
She got one in the lung, he caught one in the shin
He went into his room, the lights were all dim
He cocked it, and put a shot in his head
A series of events, this was cauze and effect
(Chorus)
Let me tell you a little story about a kid named Torey
And how he got bullied at school
Till one day got fed up, next morning went up
In his back pack packing a tool
A school without cops, slowly he walked
Man he was actin all cool
He sat alone at lunch, pulled out his gun
And shot at an unlucky few
And if you already read that, here's two random throw aways
I'm at the age of reason.....where hope's a pipe dream
People smoke till their eyes bleed, realities vizine
Time seems to steadily pause, I can't wether my thoughts
Whether on God, fate, or karma, wether or not
The future I chase just an illusion I face
Steady losing my faith, life is cruel and it's strange
Am I insane, dirty rain crackin my window pane
A penny for my thoughts, a couple dollars for my brain
You write verses, then you spit em without a purpose
But...you gonna urn em like I threw em in the furnace
Drink your soul from my thermos, forked tongue flow I'm a serpent
The sun flickers as I surface, nuclear winter emerges
Defied by every God that you worship, the mic I scorch it
The mighty Poseiden flow that I authored could flip a warship
And in accordance with the Geneva convention
I'm not allowed to breath, speak, or even think of a sentence
A lethal penman, feeding on rhythm sick to his core
Numb to the world, can feel nothing but the hilt of his sword
The lyrical lord since the talent pool was drained to the floor
And back packers found a new place to skate on their boards