Preachers, priests and nuns 
Listen to their iron tongues 

Parents who dare to care 
Welcome a new nightmare 

All of us are in 
Now let this nightmare 
For all of us begin 
Reloading Columbine 
The trigger pulls the sin 
For someone out there 
Death is close to win 
The frantic bullet ride 

They are just some ghosts 
They are like ghosts in a machine 

Teachers, school and guns 
Better lock up your sons 

This teenage hate they share 
Brought up this cruel affair 

Save me, save our souls 

I am no ghost