The mother of exiles stands there weeping As her children tear themselves apart Knives are out, her thoughts are bleeding Blood runs down her welcoming arms Her feral brood has turned neglectful The chains she broke are rusting closed Imprisoned lightning burns forgetful Spoiled blind to the light that she holds
Lash the tired and kill the poor The huddled masses ram the door
The new colossal hate arises Savage ways, old horizons Hate arises
Like brazen giants with conquering limbs The herd manifesting all that she despised Childish amnesia born of privilege Selfish mob commits matricide Her mild gaze gone stern, fire in her eyes Watching her dreams turn into dust The beacon dropped, her hand raised up to strike Cast them homeless into the tempest
Lash the tired and kill the poor The coddled masses slam the golden door
The new colossal hate arises Savage ways, old horizons Out of one a warring many A dirty mirror shows the enemy New colossal hate arises Hate arises
Broken hope
The melting pot is melting down A pool of slag on poisoned ground Choking from the venom's sting Pull the fangs, let freedom ring (Let freedom ring)
The new colossal hate arises Savage ways, old horizons Out of one a warring many A dirty mirror shows the enemy New colossal hate arises Hate arises Hate arisesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
