| the still and silence 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 |
