[Intro] It's all there! It's all there in those books on the shelf! Supression breeds violence! You see that kid? Last week he just wanted to get laid Now he wants to kill somebody You should have let him get laid!
[Verse 1:Trademarc] I want rage splattered on the front page I want everybody's focus left hopeless And their two hands grabbin every paper on the newsstand And the press'll be impressed with my home-shot clips Readin letters out a journal as I sit and confess I'm more like the rest than you realize More like the ones you idealize More like a martyr who just couldn't bother barterin Or followin the hollow when I see lies Three guys, one plan Kill everybody you can, no discretion Strays spray each direction hopin for a fresh connection Opening the flesh of every classmate, love or hate I'm obsessed with the blast rate, stressed from peer pressure I measure my success in deaths I guess I'm more or less a mess, the mass media Will have me lookin like a random animal in tandem with the rest
[Hook: Esoteric] You know they say the most silent might be the most likely To have the most violent psyche (yes) The most quiet type usually the wired type The shoot 'em up bang bang dog nighty night (die!) Killing's cool with me, you will need a eulogy It's time to take this mass murder to a new degree A hale of bullets pierce everybody's skin (but what?) But killin you then killin me, that's a win/win
[Scratch: "I'm down to start a riot in a minute Buck buck buck! Cause I don't give a motherfuck"]
[Verse 2:Trademarc] And I'm blessed with a grim grin Killin you and dyin is a win/win It sinks in, I think when It must have all closed in at once within a couple months We were armed and ready now I'm sitting calm and steady So deadly already it's like I never miss Kill with no prejudice, no known nemesis Like I didn't exist when everybody sat around and reminisced I barely ever made the list I was quietlike, not the riot-type amiss My wrists crack from the kickback, a double fist Of knickknacks but now I sit back, think of my friends Think of my family, think of the end Think the message I send will blend well with the war on terror In the weather, ten o'clock news is the ten o'clock blues I laughed and the blackness consumes my views And move on through the darkest hues
[Hook]
[Outro:James Nichols (Bowling for Columbine)] Cause certain people, said I'm a radical, I'm a wild man I got a gun under every arm Down every leg and every shoe Every corner of the house If you say anything to me I'll shoot you! Ha ha If people find out how they've been ripped off And...and...and enslaved by the powers that be They will revolt with anger! Merciless anger There'll be blood running in the streets