This little thing? I hardly call this a bomb.

This is just to trigger the packs of thermals

upstairs in the gym. Those are bombs.

People are gonna see the ashes of

Westerburg high school and think.

There's a school that self-destructed,

not because society didn't care but

because that school was society.

The only place that Heathers and Marthas

can truly get along is in heaven.

Freeze your brain, shatter your skull

Fight pain with more pain

Forget who are, unburden your load

Forget in six weeks, you'll be back on the road

When the voice in your head says you're

better off dead, don't open a vein

You were meant to be mine,

I am all that you need

You carved open my heart

Can't just leave me to bleed

Veronica! Open the - open the door, please

Veronica, open the door!

Veronica! Can we not fight anymore, please?

Can we not fight anymore?