They moved at night,
Armed with club,
And bat, and knife.
This was our home,
They should've known,
That they would reap
What they had sown.
White night riot,
Our voices break the quiet,
We are people capable of violence,
We will not suffer in silence.
Bite the hand that feeds you,
Show the man he bleeds too.
White night riot,
Our voices break the quiet,
State sanctioned persecution
Signs your writ of execution.
We are who we are,
You've pushed us too far,
You have no right,
Embrace your fate;
Walk into the night.
Bite the hand that feeds,
Kill the man that breeds.

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