Marcus Has My Pen

[Instrumental Intro] (full intensity from beat one, fast heavy downtuned power chords, double kick blast, no build up, maximum volume immediately) [Verse 1] (relentless fast palm-muted riffs, thick wall of distorted guitars, pounding double kick, full intensity) Tuesday morning and the bell rang at seven forty-five I was late and running down the hall with one strap on my bag Emma had her head down on the desk because she stayed up late Marcus borrowed my pen third period and didn't give it back Someone's phone went off in class and everybody laughed The radiator in the corner was ticking like it always did It was the most ordinary morning of my entire life And none of us knew it was already over [Verse 2] (same high intensity, fast downtuned power chords, double kick drums never stopping, dense heavy distortion) They put us on buses and they wouldn't tell us where we were going My mom was screaming my name in the parking lot across the fence I couldn't hear her but I saw her mouth and I knew what it said There are seventeen desks in Mr. Davis's room and four of them are empty now Someone put flowers at the front door and they stayed until they rotted The radiator in the corner still ticks and nobody can sit near it They gave us new schedules so we wouldn't have to pass that hallway But I pass it anyway because I DON'T KNOW HOW TO STOP [Bridge] (half-time, stripped back, heavy and slow) Marcus still has my pen He can never give it back I think about that pen every single day I WANT MY PEN BACK I WANT MY FRIEND BACK [Final Chorus] (full power, everything, maximum intensity) THE BELL STILL RINGS AT SEVEN FORTY-FIVE AND WE STILL SIT DOWN AND WE STILL OPEN OUR BOOKS THE BELL STILL RINGS AT SEVEN FORTY-FIVE BUT FOUR DESKS ARE EMPTY AND THE MORNING IS GONE [End]