Red brick house, looks the same as the others.
15, everyday life, don't stand out. The kept secret behind closed doors.
Nine to five insurance whore. Explosively dangerous mind.
One, two (Bad luck crew)
Crack open a 40 drive on down to the playground of my local grade school.
I stalk and I stare and standing there are my targets starting to bud.
I start to get hard it goes through my mind, their all gonna die.
Victims of my next attack.
I want to rape.
