Hiding in nonfiction section
No one else around
My pistol and a silencer
To kill without a sound
I'll pick you off while you're mid-book
For pleasure or research
My bibliography of death
Lists you as the next source
Turn the page
It's your brains
(For that) you'll be charged
(I'm) still at large
Killed you dead
Book was read
Now it's red
Cuz you bled
What a twist
I just missed
Hit some kid
Cramped my wrist
He'll be fine
Wait he's dead
That's too bad
Maybe next time