In sights of snipers    With steady hand    Who picked off classmates?    It's black and white    Don't you get it son?       Confide in pied 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 fake 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