The day comes with great things to look for
The crying of a baby and people at your door
Must they come to make me glad
Or have they come to make me mad
In school i feel the sin of those
who try to lie or to impose
I will put an end to all
for i shall have everyone fall
with a dash of this
i shall cut my rist
let the blood leak
and kill my speach
will this pain ever end
if it does will i win