Athra couldn't dry her eyes Her father Caught by the madness That wasn't meant for him The carnaga is raised, a car set ablaze Like very other day, the suburbs in flames Terrorist - you say you give your life That you're a martyr, for your conviction you die Martyr - I say you're not even close That you're a killer, taking innocent lives Three days later Still more than 60 degrees At least 25 bodies In between king's cross & russel square Wheer a marketplace masacre Or two caved-in towers Mothers dressed in black and cover Graves with flowers The carnage is raised The underground set ablaze On a madmen's day The subway in flames Terrorist - you say you give your life That you're a martyr, For your conviction you die Martyr - I say you're not even close That you're a killer, Taking innocent lives Sowing death and destruction ... Harvesting hate and grief