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(verse I)

Rage

In one who longs to kill you

Let it out

Pain

Is what this hurt soul brings you

Without a doubt

Longing to kill, crucify

See the hate in their eyes

Nothing you have done to them,

Save the color of your skin

(chorus)

Hate is born

The innocent cry

Hate is born

They all will die

Hate is born

The mother weeps

Hate is born

It never sleeps

(verse II)

Death

Is what is here to greet you

Turn and run

Lead

Sticks into your back

From their gun

You long to live, in blood soaked cries

But this is a right that they deny

Nothing have you done to them,

But they don't care: "murder him." (1 John 2:11)