Hate
(Indisponível)
I wanna change the colour of my skin so I can know what it's like
to walk down the street A stare of hate Would it break my will
would I want to kill If they close their eyes would they ever
see the difference if they closed their ears would it matter
anyway If they closed their mouth do you think they'd ever
listen If they closed their mind would they ever learn I wanna
change for one day So I could be inside the head of hate Then I
would know what it's like to hate Hate is the air You can see it
read it hear it and feel it It hides behind smilling faces
Smilling faces of fear Happy faces of hate Pretty faces of
prejudice Sickly faces ugly faces wrinkled faces decrepit faces
of hate The everyday faces of hate.
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