Blood on my hands, blood on my feet. shells hit the floor, students run for the door. you cant escape, your doomed fate. distortion of my mind, distortion of my heart. you cant stop, its over now. your all gone. this could have been stoped, if some one person, would have just let me talk. i know its my fault, i took it upon myself, to prove a point. no one can help, what cant be stoped. full throttle ahead, someone's not dead. its all over now, all 900, all the 900 that made cry. soon to heaven they will fly, and to hell, when i die. angels and deamons, all on earth a painful place, to be