Win Win Situation

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