I am the lead soldier
i am the weapons dealer
so bear your arms and bring your guns
bombshell words and dangerous stares
gossip and drugs and sex and hate and despair
teenagers are happy as long as someone's bleeding
They're only satisfied when someone else is screaming
So lock and load, for high school ain't a battle, its a war!
Though I never had much pressure in high school
I can't say the same for some of my friends...
I forgot their insults and remembered their compliments
But for others, words and lies tore their young minds apart
till they blackened their clothes and cut their wrists
blood and dead bodies in the bathroom floor, smiles missed.
This is no obstacle, its a blood-stained wall
This is no playground, its a battlefield
these aren't words spoken, they are lies woven
this ain't a child's game, its a crime scene!
And i wrote the book on giving up, and burned it too
because I pitied all the cheerleaders who became empty
and scorned the football players for pretending to care
comforted the emo kids, stood beside the goths n punks
disregarded the girls who only cared for fashion
and protected the ones who couldn't make it on their own
the lost and quiet were up against the too-confident
pushed by, stepped on, spit on, shoved around
eventually it was too much for the weak to take
so heres a few words for the kids who didn't make it
This is no obstacle, its a blood-stained wall
This is no playground, its a battlefield
these aren't words spoken, they are lies woven
this ain't a child's game, its a crime scene!
For all the boy who never made it to the dance floor
for all the girls who the hot boys never adored
Let them sing, till their lungs bleed out
This is no obstacle, its a blood-stained wall
This is no playground, its a battlefield
these aren't words spoken, they are lies woven
this ain't a child's game, its a crime scene!
This is no obstacle, its a blood-stained wall
This is no playground, its a battlefield
these aren't words spoken, they are lies woven
this ain't a child's game, its a crime scene!
