In sights of snipers With steady hand Who picked off classmates? It's black and white Don't you get it son? Confide in pled pipers with pulp for plans Then can't decipher which shit is crime Don't you understand? You might just hear a word of all they got to say But you can't face the nerve When all the silence breaks Wish it was fiction, wish it all away Some sick addiction to violent outbursts, nothing's changed What's the motive behind the act? Did no one notice the stragglers behind the pack? So it's an attack And that's what it takes Some violent Non-fiction Who's smiling?