Текст песни: Oxymoron. Bulletproof.

(Another bloodbathc?? in the spot and draws the daily press...)

Tribal war, panic on their faces
Guns ring out, bullets leave their traces
the crowdc?? in shock, whatc?? happened here
a bloodshed caused by a young sick killer
Carnivore - slaughter as a kind of game

[Chorus:]
Therec?? panic in the streets tonight
and terror rules
Therec?? panic in the streets tonight
while (the) death incarnate roams
Therec?? pamic in the streets tonight
the killer from the Graveyard High
Therec?? panic in the streets tonight
and terror terror terror rules


Leaden air, real guns are the right kick
massacre - this time without joystick
The blood, the shock - just temporary signs
and soon forgotten till the next freak strikes
Streets of gore - corpses are a wonted sight

The kids, the guns, the shocking truth:
this townc?? no longer BULLET-PROOF
Final score - coppers 0, killers 8
and nobodyc?? safe from murder...