Quiet Kid

Song Quiet Kid
Artist Dead Confederate
Album Sugar

Lyrics

Even the smallest dog can bite
In touch with the animal inside
Pissing away pathetic lives
Take them away today I might
You offer me nothing
Nothing is wrong and nothing's right
Do it today I think I might
A gun is an easy way to fight
I'm going to make you kneel and cry
I'll fucking kill everyone in sight
Torture you slow if I have time
So do your schoolwork you'll be fine
Take you away today I might
You offer me nothing
I was the quiet kid
Never could get enough
Of oxygen
Choking on boredom's gun
Had daydreams
Dark as a swollen cut
Would've killed you
But the time ran up