Quiet Kid - Dead Confederate

Even the smallest dog can bite

In touch with the animal inside

Pissing away pathetic lives

Take them away today I might

You offer me nothing

Nothing is wrong and nothing’s right

Do it today I think I might

A gun is an easy way to fight

I’m going to make you kneel and cry

I’ll fucking kill everyone in sight

Torture you slow if I have time

So do your schoolwork you’ll be fine

Take you away today I might

You offer me nothing

I was the quiet kid

Never could get enough

Of oxygen

Choking on boredom’s gun

Had daydreams

Dark as a swollen cut

Would’ve killed you

But the time ran up