Some of them were trapped
Some of them were judged
Some of them tried patience
But it just wouldn't budge
They passed the hatred on
Like the flue or cold
That wouldn't go away
And were left out there to mold
But they all fell in hatred
And drank of the blood
Of the people who helped
Create their flood
Why is this passed along to other people's pride?
Why do people walk away from all these mourning cries?
Where were you when you saw all of these floating lies?
Have you done anything to cause their suicide?
One of them was Sharon
Marty was her brother
He was sharing Sharon's rain
Of her great massive pain
He watched her pull the trigger
And fall out in the lane
He cried with all strain
And then became insane
But she still fell in hatred
And drank of the blood
Of the people who helped
Create their flood
Why is this passed along to other people's pride?
Why do people walk away from all these mourning cries?
Where were you when you saw all of these floating lies?
Have you done anything to cause their suicide?
He was a druggy
And he had no friends
He was caught in a fight
And was blamed on him
With a pistol in his hand
He charged through the school
Murdered fourteen others
Then drowned in a pool
But still fell in hatred
And drank of the blood
Of the people who helped
Create their flood
Why is this passed along to other people's pride?
Why do people walk away from all these mourning cries?
Where were you when you saw all of these floating lies?
Have you done anything to cause their suicide?