Written by Eric Harris, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Me and my brother Dylan we stick together like glue

Columbine have no clue about what we're gonna do

They threw the two of us into the flaming pits of hell

Now the school will get lit coz we might commit a sin

The school will never win we'll never submit to the jocks

Never calling quits now the reaper knocks on your door

The clocks ticking when the shots fired there's no fucking escape

Leaving basement tapes for those heroes in a cape to find

The shape of a school shooting that you can never escape from

Now according to the basement tapes we did fucking record

They ignored us until we release the devil stored in us

And all governments do is hoard until they get fucking bored

Fast forward towards the day April 20 1999

Everyone in Columbine thinks its fine to break our fucking spine

Even in the end me and my bro Dylan we intertwine

Now the line is crossed we're now killers by design

Now we enter the cafeteria of fucking Columbine

I told a guy to leave he doesn't meet the criteria to die

Plant the explosives blow them up like fucking bacteria

And all of a sudden I'm in a state of deliria

So me and Dylan entered the fucking cafeteria

Now all hell broke loose spray them all like malaria

Some people start to pray while others got fucking diarrhea

Back then they think we'll never fucking hurt a fly

Today everyone in the cafeteria must fucking die

Clearing the area mass murder got me fucking high

And I need much more supply of this murder drug

Especially when we shot that deputy like a fucking bug

But then the realization struck like a fucking truck

What the fuck have we done coz now we're now too far gone

We run in the library turn the guns to ourselves

Squeeze the trigger of the gun and now I'm fucking gone