The Tower of Madness and Mayhem
They said that he's a genius
Called him a Wonder kid
Which made the whole town wonder
Why he did the things he did
Why he climbed the water tower
That early morn in June
After all what makes us all
Do the things we do
He took a rifle with him
A back pack full of shells
When he turned the town that day
Into a living hell
His mama always warned him
A soul is never free
That is why he sold it
To the devil that day for cheap
He'd always been the perfect model
From his early days of youth
Teachers thought that he was special
If you must know the truth
There was never any talking back
It was always sir or ma'am
No ones sure why or when he snapped
You'll get no answers from the dead
He packed himself a brown bag lunch
Expecting to be awhile
To quench his thirst a Capri Sun
As he sipped he smiled
His mama always warned him
A soul is never free
That is why he sold it
To the devil that day for cheap
His very first victim
He selected randomly
Never did they find out
What knocked them off their feet
As soon as the shots rang out
It was madness and mayhem
It took the town a little while
To find from where the shots they came
By the time it was that registered
At least fifteen were down
From mothers holding babies
To couples holding hands
From the central park to the school yard
And terror in between
He left a trail of pain and sorrow
Mixed with misery
Was it a curse or a blessing
When he suddenly stopped the way he did
With a back pack still full of ammo
He stood and stepped off of the ledge
His mama always warned him
A soul is never free
That is why he sold it
To the devil that day for cheap
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