Torn down factories - backdrop for forgotten times
Changing seasons - progression in a wake of stones
Tear the thorn from our side
Pull the nails from the wrists of decay
Crown the poorman in the street
Hate breeds suffering
The raging cold
Memories of the past collide
The vision stands
The touch of flesh and bone
Tear the thorn from our side
Pull the nails from the wrists of decay
Crown the poorman in the street
Hate breeds suffering
Stare into the face of unrest
Blind within - hate breeds suffering
Stare into the pain of promise?
Blind within - hate breeds suffering
This existence - is a conflict - within our lives
Sad reflections - grasp the concept - before we die
Hate breeds suffering
Hate breeds suffering
Hate breeds suffering
Hate breeds suffering
