All these thoughts in my head
Always seeing the colour red
All the knives the gun
A dream filled with fun
But when I say my thoughts out loud
I come across as a killer in the crowd
I don't mean to say these thoughts
But I need to let them out
Holding them in makes me want
I think of people dying
All their family crying
I think of people screaming
Am I dreaming?
I think if holding a gun
Just for fun
And then i start to kill
All of this is against my own will
I think about how people drown
People Slowly falling to the ground
Cameras all around
