dPx walks in the last, well he's the last; Legs' wobbly, armpits' sweaty; Hair's messy, head's damn heavy; He stops and looks up, oh gosh, the whole hall's waiting! He looks ready and steady, but damn, he's faking; Exaggerating, like he's always been, but keeps forgetting; The shit he's been pumping; now it's choking; Pencil's ready, mind's running; but he's not writing! The clock's run out. "Time's up, its over NOW!!" He walks out, he trudges out, he can't stop feeling. People stepping over people, rushing for canteen. He's shot, he's angry, but no, he ain't showing it. He blew it, he knew it, yes, he feels like killing*!! *gosh, i'm kidding!! :x