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?