I Am The Terrorist

I am the terrorist

I really don’t care for your people

And as for this corporate life

I can’t get in line, I can’t stand idle

Boom Boom go the bombs hiding in your cubes

Sit back, keep on, and flip the tube

I can’t relate to your suburban state of mind

And all your offspring marching in line

And this rage will not subside

Dreaming of lying next to the corpses

Of my enemies (will have all died)

All the Chauvinists were right;

All women are whores

If anyone shall slain my name with lies, rumors, or hate

They themselves shall be slain by tongue

Yes it’s me again

Didn't mean to show up unannounced

It’s really just my style to prey and pounce

Thought I couldn't make a comeback

Thought you burned me down

Thought you chained my drive

But now I’m driving the truck

Shifting gears and dumping your muck

Death comes quickly for those who run

Should I hide my horns?

As they seem to make you uncomfortable, my dear

I really thought they’d turn you on

Your life has no meaning now

Thought what you did was just a flick on my brow

I really have no sympathy, no empathy

It’s just my anti-human nature

To kill and torture and lay you down

Who did it?

You never believed in me

Who knew what you wouldn't tell

Without an invitation…

Who made your reception

Feel like some kind of Hell

By brilliant imitation

Who is it,

The terrorist? I am