Why do you harass me?
What did I do to you?
I don't think I deserve this
From Year 8 to now I just kept pushing through

You worked me up quite a bit
Couldn't control myself and I felt like ****
They say try not to let it get to you
But they don't know what it's like to be in my shoes

Take a deep breath and count to ten
I'll be breathing just fine when you swing by your neck
And count to ten? Don't be ridiculous
I'll be counting down if you give me some half-decent explosives

Because I like explosions,
Like the flashing red dots right behind my eyelids
You're my target now, stand centre stage
And see the fear in your eyes as you feel my rage!