Angelic Boy

I-I don't... I don't know what I'm gonna do anymore...

I'm gonna kill... them

I'm 15, my name's Johnny, they say that I'm a sociopath

Cuz I kill squirrels and birds for a hobby

I build backyard bombs, I can teach ya

Aluminum foil and hydrochloric acid from toilet bowl cleaner

Basically girls don't date me, teachers hate me

I'm a pimpled faced loser, been picked on since grade 3

Called enough names, makin' chump change, my blood rains

I wanna punch brains, I wanna cut veins and blow up planes

My sister, she's a known whore, I hate my family

My dad is a cop, that fat pig just don't understand me

**** all the slutty loose hoes and cyber bullies and rube trolls

And rich kids in school makin' fun of my school clothes

Cryin' inside, dyin' inside and my mind is torture

I been diagnosed with more than just an anxiety disorder

Every dream I have shattered, everything dramatic, traumatic

The pain tragic, I wanna be dead, I wanna lay in traffic

Is my brain damaged? I was raised catholic

I prayed in the cathedral of St. Patrick but I'm hated in my age bracket

The kids in the school call me a gay ******

Mental, I'm deadly, I'm ready

I'ma make 'em remember my name and they won't ever forget me

Jonny~

I'm-I'm-I'm 15

I wanna be somebody

My name's Johnny

They'll remember me

My mother love me, she's the only one that didn't judge me

I pledge allegiance to my ****, I hate this ****in' country

They can die and kiss my ****, piss on the flag, spit on a fag

**** any ***** pig with a badge, I'm pissed like a ***** on the rag

I head to a gun-free zone, an ice cream parlor

They'll put me on Rolling Stone covers like the Boston bomber

Looks like a Norman Rockwell, All-American, nice scene

I walk in and see kids with their parents, eatin' ice cream

Innocent children smilin', I can't stand 'em like roaches

I got a semi-auto handgun and a bag of explosives

Sweat drippin', I'm shakin', the trigger, **** it, I touch it

The gun goes off, I hit a 6-year-old boy in his stomach

He's crying, his mother's screamin', she and the little baby on the floor bleedin', ain't nobody leavin', it's time to get even

I start shooting, blood splatters on the curtain fabric

I feel like I'm high on acid

As the gunpowder explodes in slow mo, the gun flashes

I'm blackin' out, I see children fallin' and blood splashes

Blood on my eyeglasses, die bastards!

Gun, **** it, I'm steppin' in my own vomit

I can't believe I'm doin' this, it's too late, I'm all-in, I can't stop it

A disgrace livin', I'm hate-driven, I see a little girl dyin' on the floor

And a boy with his face missin'

I keep firin', a pregnant mother gets hit, customers trippin'

Over bodies runnin' towards the doors of the exit

I hear police sirens, I see the cops surrounded me

I notice a hole in my chest and blood flowin' outta me

Vision blurry, I'm frozen, bullets in my body explodin'

Blood and sweat soakin', feces and urine in my clothing

Bullet flies through my cheek, a bullet hit my neck, my neck broken

Vomit coming from my mouth, I'm spitting up blood, chokin'

I see flowers growin', I feel like I'm floatin'

I see my casket closin' and hear the voices of tortured souls moanin'

Like this

I'm 15

My name's Johnny

I'll make 'em remember my name

The message: Cause some bodily harmin'

And become a master of murder and arson

And you could be the media's personal darlin'

They call blacks, thugs, and Muslims terrorists

But I'm white, so they say I could've been cured by medication and therapists

They blame Facebook, blame video games, they blame the pain

They blame the gun owners, they blame the bullies

It's a blame game

Blame the opposing politician's policies, but wait a minute

They blame parents, everybody but me

I'm the one that did it

The conspiracy theorists and every Alex Jones fan

Is claimin' I was part of a CIA mind control program

I got what I wanted, attention, fame, I'm on TV

No one cares about the names of the victims or their family

I'm the super star, the ratings booster, I'm media friendly

And all the glorification is helpin' to create the next me