Why do you kill
Mindlessly?
Why do you
Mindlessly?
You too a man.
Terrorist, Terrorist,
Are you a man-hater,
Are you
A fanatic
So much fanatical and bigoted,
Terrorist, Terrorist,
Are you a hater of man?
Why do you kill,
Why do you mindlessly,
Terrorist, Terrorist,
Why do you after all
A man killing a man,
A man taking life?
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