“Written with the idea in mind that a child is born into this world without hatred; that it is something that’s taught, that there’s always somebody who plants that seed. Children playing in a playground, they don’t pay attention to the color of skin, or their religion, or what part of the world they come from, or how much money they have. It’s pure, it’s simple, and it’s unbiased and it’s beautiful.”
Angered eyes that don’t even know who I am
Looking to kill again
(They will kill again)
As the unknown enemies surround me
Wicked laughter resonates inside my head
And I am filled with dread
(And adrenaline)
What did I do?
Why do I deserve this?
So we’re different
Why do I deserve to die now?
Give me a reason why
Then it all goes a blur
Let instinct take flight
Find my hands on his throat
Yet hear myself say
Tell me now
Who taught you how to hate?
Because it isn’t in your blood
Not a part of what you’re made
So let this be understood
Somebody taught you how to hate
When you live this way, you become
Dead to everyone
A father’s pride
My son walking beside me
I look around and marvel
How the children play
in perfect disarray
(So innocent)
No judgment, pure exhilaration
Black to white, the colors
Aren’t on their minds
Nothing predefined
(All different)
There’s always one
Who plants an evil seed and
Preaches fear
To pull you to the other side
Into a world of lies
Everything is unsure
When you’ve lost your sight
Can there still be a cure?
What made you this way?
You’re not anyone
Lost all innocence
Infected and arrogant
You burn all your life
(There’s no telling you)
No deliverance
Consumed by the pestilence
Of hate, you’re denied
(No saving you)
Deep in your heart
Does it still remain?
Do you think you can bring it
Back to life again?
Is it still in your soul?
(No saving you)
Where’s the deviant
The unholy revenant
That has made you this way?
Made you fall for this hate?
