Ressurrector Columbine Killing Machine Lyrics
Columbine Killing Machine by Ressurrector
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 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.
Hook 1 (Satan)
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.
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...
Serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... SERVE YOUR MASTER!...
Verse 2
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.
Hook 2 (Satan)
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.
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...
Serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... SERVE YOUR MASTER!...
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.
Hook 1 (Satan)
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.
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...
Serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... SERVE YOUR MASTER!...
Verse 2
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.
Hook 2 (Satan)
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.
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...
Serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... serve your master... SERVE YOUR MASTER!...