A hooded man sits on the roof of abandoned high
He has three shots, his life...his eyes say why
The weapon in his hand is not his own hellish creation
It's the venom of the lies that lead him to his station.

He studied hard, went one more yard and excelled as he knew
He wore the silly hat as the Uni bid adieu...
Into the snow, another show of pointless intellect
Another fee, another me, another duped insect
That politicians need to love,
Forgive and to forget.

The student sees the life below was always more than him
No matter what he chose in life it always was a sin
How can a man be done before he even can begin?
His heart is pure, his will is sure but no-one values him.

The first shot was his childhood dreams,
Of summer, sky and light...
The second of his adult themes
Of passion through the night
The third sits in the chamber, the gun that's at his head
Beware he often changed his mind...
It's better that the student walks amongst the dead
Than he repay the world its kind...
