is torn with violence.
A loud breaking sound
in the night is made.
Hear it grow, hear it fade.
The sound you're hearing,
the sound you're fearing
is the hate that parades
up and down our streets,
coming within bounds and within reach.
Now, inside the place we hide away,
we hear it near and hope it turns away.
Turn away
There's something seething in the air we're breathing.
We learn slash and burn is the method to use.
Set a flame, burn it new.
We're overpowered.
We kneel, we cower,
we cover our heads.
Feel the threat of blows
that will come and the damage
that will be done in its wake.
Now, inside this place we hide away,
we hear it near although it's miles away.
We hear it near and hope it turns away.
Turn away
This house divided, we live inside it.
Hate's dwelling place is
behind our door in fitful nights.
Hear it walk the floor and hear it rave
as it moans and drags along its ball and chain,
as it moves through this house it can't escape.
Now inside this place we hide away.
We hear it near and hope it turns away.
Turn away
Submitted by OptimusPrime at Thu 14 Aug, 2003 7:49 pm
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