A hooded man sits on the roof of abandoned high, He has three shots, his life, his eyes say why The weapon in his hand is not his own hellish creation It's the venom of the lies that led him to his station. He studied hard, went one more yard and excelled as he knew He wore the silly hat as the Uni bid adieu Into the snow, another show of pointless intellect Another fee, another me, another duped insect That politicians need to love, Forgive and to forget. The student sees the life below was always more than him No matter what he chose in life it always was a sin How can a man be done before he even can begin? His heart is pure, his will is sure but no-one values him. The first shot was his childhood dreams, Of summer, sky and light, The second of his adult themes Of passion through the night The third sits in the chamber, the gun that's at his head Beware he often changed his mind It's better that the student walks amongst the dead Than repay the world it's kind You may wish to enjoy this whilst listening to "Eleanor Rigby" I certainly do.