Deathnoise Omnicide

His hands are shaky as he dials the number on the telephone His breath quickens while he stands aloof in the crowd He chuckles to himself for a second When he notices the bulge raising in his jeans His smile contrasts the anxiety welling up in his stomach His face turns to a knowing scowl The moment before he presses in the green dial button An unattended suitcase under a public bench They first feel the vibrations in their legs Then the shock-wave reaches their heads And by the time they know something's wrong They're already more than dead He is the fire, the cleansing flame He is nullifier, the purging waves He is the ash, building a tower into the sky And he is the masses, under the rubble, buried alive They first feel the vibrations in their legs Then the shock-wave reaches their heads And by the time they notice something wrong They're already more than dead