Thram - Bomb

Bodies tore in pieces in alleys
Shoes mixed to the wreckages
Kids cryin' without mother nor arm
Sewer in the open air

Why does a man blow up himself?
The work to construct a bomb
It's the same to help somebody
But the effects are completely opposing

Innocents lose the life
Completely out of this fuckin' shit
Creation of weapons of lesser transport
Destruction power even bigger

Sensations are contagious
It is as a frightful ghost
War motivated for the paranoia, pure desire