Deathcult Trenchcoat. We got ourselves another one. Everybody's running away from the shooters gun. The press is all over, where to point the blame. Interviewing everyone who knew about how insane.

Everybody run. How much is enough?

We got ourselves another one. Call the news crews and scramble everyone. Oh where did we go wrong? Was it him or a song?

The flags at half mass. Capital Hill goes into shock. You knew right from the start. You can write what you want. Did you stop at 32 or did someone stop you?

We got ourselves another one. Call the news crews and scramble everyone. Oh where did we go wrong? Was it him or a song?