Yours Truly, Me.

The Masses

Showing up in uniform, everyone looks the same,

Instead of put down criminals, why do we split the blame?

Why can't we shun the devils instead of giving them fame?

Taking people's lives like something out of a game,

Shooting up our families, what is there left to gain,

With violence we're comfy but from honesty we refrain,

The adrenaline is fading now, let the energy slowly drain,

Load the automatic, start delivering the pain,

Revel in the moment as the bullet hits the brain,

Blood splattered on the floor, hatred's driven me insane,

That's what he said to himself when he entered the school,

To him it's not a weapon, it's just a regular tool,

Jackets full of metal, he's got security fooled,

Sick of all the voices, always talking so cruel,

He recognizes fearfulness, he's gone crazy with power,

He hears the people's screams and he starts screaming even louder,

His heart is disconnected, he's like an ineffective router,

But beneath the surface, he's also his biggest doubter,

Showing signs of someone who's just bound to attack,

Piling all the bodies, seventeen to a stack,

Two hundred since the worst, when's it a problem?

Clearly we're still having some, so when will you solve 'em?