Yes, the real terrorist is me, my love
Yeah the real terrorist is me
I am a vital weapon, I'm a hand grenade
My ignorance a tool to justify
Yes, the real terrorist is me, my love
Yeah the real terrorist is me
Still nothing to gain, we suffer more
Flight, trade, coffins load into the ground
My name is above the Earth, bones
My name is above you
My name is above the end, homes
My name is above you
Yes, the real parasite is me, my love
Yeah the real parasite is me
I am a vital weapon, I'm an infantry
My ignorance a tool to justify
Yes, the real parasite is me, my love
Yeah the real parasite is me
Still nothing to gain, we suffer more
Flight, trade, coffins load into the ground
My name is above the Earth, bones
My name is above you
My name is above the end, homes
My name is above you
I, the hand grenade
I bash into the table and burst and you bring out your worst
I, the hand grenade
I bash into the table and burst and you bring out your worst
I, the hand grenade
I bash into the table and burst and you bring out your worst
I, the hand grenade
I bash into the table and burst and you bring out your worst
I, the hand grenade
I bash into the table and burst and you bring out your worst
I, the hand grenade
I bash into the table and burst and you bring out your worst
My name is above the Earth, hones
My name is above you
My name is above the end, homes
My name is above you
My name is above the Earth, bones
My name is above you
My name is above the end, homes
My name is above you
My name is above the Earth, bones
My name is above you
My name is above the end, homes
My name is above you
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