I am walking down the road

Killing people I don't know

I am walking down the street

Treading on my own two feet

My body strapped with TNT

Hey, mom, look at me

I'm on national TV

Who or what twisted h is brain

Something like that the man must be insane

To a man with good vision the solution is clear

To rid the world of evil people who dwell upon fear

But their vision is bad, their solution is worse

To the world the are a curse

They thrive on chaos, they thrive on fear

And, for a while, they disappear

When your security is finally down

They blow themselves up in some innocent town