Preachers, priests and nuns
Listen to their iron tongues 

Parents who dare to care [bad word] a new nightmare 

All of us are in
Now let this nightmare
For all of us begin
Reloading Columbine
The trigger pulls the sin
For someone out there
Death is close to win
The frantic bullet ride 

They are just some ghosts
They like ghosts in a machine 

Teachers, school and guns
Better lock up your sons 

This teenage has they share
Brough up this [bad word] affair 

All of us are in
Now let this nightmare
For all of us begin
Reloading Columbine
The trigger pulls the sin
For someone out there
Death is close to win
The frantic bullet ride 

They are just some ghosts
They like ghosts in a machine 

Save me, Save me, save our souls 
Save me, Save me, save our souls 
I am no ghost

All of us are in
Now let this nightmare
For all of us begin
Reloading Columbine
The trigger pulls the sin
For someone out there
Death is close to win
The frantic bullet ride 

All of us are in
Now let this nightmare
For all of us begin
Reloading Columbine
The trigger pulls the sin
For someone out there
Death is close to win
The frantic bullet ride