In sights of snipers With steady hand Who picked off cla**mates? It's black-and-white Don't you get it, son? Confide in plead pipers with pulp for plans Then can't decipher which sh** 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? You might just hear a word of all they got to say But you can't face the nerve When all the silence breaks So, it's an attack! And that's what it takes Some violent Nonfiction Who's smiling?