Win Win Situation - East Coast Avengers

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!

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

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"]

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

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