Bullet-Proof - Oxymoron

Tribal war, panic on their faces

Guns ring out, bullets leave their traces

The crowd磗 in shock, what磗 happened here

A bloodshed caused by a young sick killer

Carnivore — slaughter as a kind of game

There磗 panic in the streets tonight

And terror rules

There磗 panic in the streets tonight

While (the) death incarnate roams

There磗 pamic in the streets tonight

The killer from the Graveyard High

There磗 panic in the streets tonight

And terror terror terror rules

Leaden air, real guns are the right kick

Massacre — this time without joystick

The blood, the shock — just temporary signs

And soon forgotten till the next freak strikes

Streets of gore — corpses are a wonted sight

The kids, the guns, the shocking truth:

This town磗 no longer BULLET-PROOF

Final score — coppers 0, killers 8

And nobody磗 safe from murder…