Columbine Killing Machine
Ressurrector Lyrics

They pushed you in a wall face first first into a locker, they said you wasn't cool cause you didn't play soccer... and you can't get a date to the prom because your cratered pimple face... and everywhere that you go they say your just a damn disgrace.
You were bullied and excluded because you didn't fit in with their idea of cool. Your appearance made you a target and you were made to feel worthless wherever you went.

You got the anarchist cookbook and made a bomb and there bout to witness your on form of vietnam... your like a guided missile with your laser like precision... you've chose to not turn back cause youve done made up your decision. they've questioned your identity and rendered you insane and now your only friend is just the voices in your brain. Youve reached your breaking point and now your hate is even bigger... your palms are getting sweaty and your bout to pull the trigger.
You've turned to violence as a means of revenge and are determined to follow through even though you know the consequences. You feel isolated and trapped in your own mind, with no one to talk to except for the voices that drive you to kill. Your rage has reached a boiling point, and you're ready to act on it.

So sick and tired of jocks and those fuckin cheerleaders... I got a box of shells that I wanna feed the teacher. And run her fingernails down the blackboard slow... You gave me a fuckin F I gave you death you fuckin ho. You callin me the freak sayin I'm the one inferior but when I see how easy you fall I know that I'm superior. Watch your mouth punk or you'll be the first to go. I don't have to kill ya quick I can make you die slow. And did ya know that revenge is a dish that's served cold? I dunno if that shits true but that's how this stories told. I could get used to this cause it's gettin kinda fun... call me good... call me bad... I'm the loser with the gun.
You are fed up with the popular kids and want to punish them, starting with your teacher who gave you a failing grade. You revel in your power over those who made you feel inferior, and enjoy the thought of making them suffer. Revenge is your driving force, and you believe that it's best served cold. You're becoming addicted to the rush of power and control, regardless of the consequences.

Kill them all leave no survivors your an expert with your bombs and rifles. They run fast but you run faster listen to the words nows serve your master... watch em die watch em burn... only through the barrel of the gun they'll learn to feel all the pain in the heart you felt put the gun to ya head now kill your self.
You are determined to kill everyone who wronged you, using your skills to do so efficiently. You believe that following the voice in your head will lead you to your ultimate goal. You want them to suffer as you have, and the only way to teach them is through pain. The voice commands you to kill yourself, which you see as a way to prove your loyalty to the master controlling you.

Serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... SERVE YOUR MASTER!...
The voice in your head is your master, and you are willing to do whatever it commands you to do. It's the only thing giving you purpose and direction, and you're completely under its control.