Lyrics
It was a dark morning, June 6, year two thousand and one,
But this has me in mourning, for my soul has been equipped with a gun,
A sip of the sun began to pour our from the west,
But I still see no sun shine, just feel the pains in my chest,
I hated the stress so I decided not ace the test,
But now I pace and I’m vexed, but I’ve placed at my desk,
An accurate depiction, an immaculate description,
How I’ve been rapped in the rhythm, and trapped in this prism(prison),
That is the circle of life, well I grow weary of these infinite shapes,
So I packed my mind away and took a ten minute break,
But when I arrived back to this curved line after hailing a cab,
I then realized that for the first time, I was failing a class,
I barely could grasp the subject of failing, that’s why I’m failing the subject,
But I’m now I’m more nervous than ever, to my parents, suspect,
No more time for extra credit, maybe the final will save me,
Cuz I’m sure I’ll study if I don’t get too lazy,
Just one more day B, from the nerd’s eye view,
Just one more day G, until my parent’s get the news,
That their angel, tool of pride, now roll’s in the devil’s ride,
T minus fourteen hundred forty minutes, 24 hours to die,
So slow and agonizing, suicide seems tantalizing,
This one’s officially over, the next life I’m fantasizing,
Now the sun’s rising, the moment of impending doom,
Shouts of “dead mean walking” as I tremble in the room,
Empty promises, next year I’ll work hard,
But this is my apocalypse, the ‘F’ on my report card.
