Scatter Songtext
von Dreadlines

Scatter
Scatter

This boy
Drowning in the bitter
He got a lot of aspiration
For a fickle little quitter
This boy
Plays a heavy hitter
But he took a hall pass
And threw his life in the shitter

This boy
Posting on the Twitter
Something ′bout him being in cahoots
With the town gravedigger
This boy
Itching for the trigger
He got tired of pulling on his dick
So he needed something bigger


Skipped detention
Knows no limits
Craves attention in
Rounds per minute
Seminary
Mausoleum
Skulls of children
In the jaws of freedom

This boy
Grasping for a reason
See, his masculinity is fickle
As the trigger he is squeezing
This boy
Far beyond appeasing
Says that none of this is his fault
Says he's got hurt feelings

This boy
Blames it on his raising
So he tries to wash it all away
With the blood in which he′s bathing
This boy
Fazed by the hazing
Now his inner child runs wild
After headlines he is craving

Can't gets chicks by being book smart
Sporting equipment in my shopping cart
And I know my presentation off by heart


Skipped detention
Knows no limits
Craves attention in
Rounds per minute
Seminary
Mausoleum
Skulls of children
In the jaws of freedom

This boy
Bitch for the critic
Couldn't stay stationary
Had to go ballistic
This boy
Thinks he is sadistic
Bell curve average
If you look at the statistics
Which boy?
Did he have a name?
Hard to pick ′em out a line-up
When they all look the same
Which boy?
Doesn′t really matter
Name was erased on the day
That he made them
Scatter

Which boy? Which boy?
Doesn't really matter
Doesn′t really mater, does it?
Which boy? Which boy?
Doesn't really matter
Doesn′t really mater
Fuck
Which boy? Which boy?
Doesn't really matter
Doesn′t really mater, does it?
Which boy? Which boy?
Name was erased on the day
That he made them
Scatter

Skipped detention
Knows no limits
Craves attention in
Rounds per minute
Void of rejection
He will fill it
Herd selection
He will thin it