| Preachers, priests and nuns | |
| Listen to their iron tongues | |
| Parents who dare to care | |
| Welcome 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 are like Ghosts in a Machine | |
| Teachers, schools and guns | |
| better lock up your sons | |
| This teenage hate they share | |
| Brought up this cruel 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 are like Ghosts in a Machine | |
| I am a ghost | |
| I am a ghost | |
| I am a ghost | |
| I am a ghost | |
| Are you a ghost? | |
| 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 |