If you hate someone for no reason But their nationality, religion, sexual orientation or race Then I'll cut you open and show that we all BLEED THE SAME
If you don't accept a man who didn't choose his own flaws Then you have no right to judge him and what he's lost But the archetype for our former selves A dichotomy that's left us an empty shell
Our own insecurities breed the borders of our hate Leave us shuffling back and forth in endless debates The way that I see might not be the same in your eyes But if you're pushing hate, all tolerance is pushed aside
Divided we will fall, and be buried in the mud Like the rest of our past that's been defined by...
The abuse, the disgust, the fall from grace It's a pity we still treat our fellow man this way If your idea of peace is weeding out the weak Then look in the mirror and admit defeat
Your excuses, your arguments Your defenses to your monuments Syphoned rhetoric In an act so pathetic
The barriers will break and be swept by the flood Our prejudice this illusion defined by blood
Blood is on your hands And you won't admit it Blood is on your hands And you won't say why
There's a difference between pride and arrogance If you don't see it now, you never will Until you see the world in a way that doesn't benefit yourself
BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDSTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
