Yattering

Living Bomb

Yattering


I am ready for death 
But I'll take many of you with me 
In the name of right cause 
I'll stain with blood 
As a living bomb I roam streets 
Heading for a destination place 
Where sacrifice will be made 
Deeply breathe air last time 
Quartered bodies of women and children 
Innocent people massacred through explosion 
Unaware of threat, they left their own houses 
When I roamed streets as a living bomb