Omar Rodríguez-López
Victor
Snake, grim reaper walking past the classrooms
Rifles at the boys and girls stillborn
Let's pierce, go through all the teachers as they speak
Dying children running toward
The light, it's feeding from the screams of the people of Miami
Vice Florida, oh, no, go, lord, oh, no, more

Victor holds his breath tight
Trying to survive the raid
The shooter starts to walk away
Ooh, ooh, ahh

Victor hid
Divinity has left its shade
He was the few to survive the matter
Under the bodies, the ocean's grieve
They do indeed

Faceless, ? flow through caskets
Graveled with the sound of death
One tear, drops leak, must follow
Parents drip their speak
Like two fathers looking for their guns

They're feeding from the hate of the reaper from the underground
Hades
They're feeding from the hate of the reaper from the underground
Hades
?
He feels guilt 'cause he hid underneath his school's corpse
Still Victor saw the snake
It was slaughtering up all his friends
Could not believe their sullen fate
After all he was the one who held the gun
The gun, the gun, he's gone
Insane, he's gone, insane, he's gone, insane, he's gone

Mask off, Victor's laughing at the madness
Blazed with all the guts and ?
Let's pierce, flow through all his childrens as he falls
Dying Victor running toward the light