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
