Torn down factories
Backdrop for forgotten times
The changing seasons
Progression in a wake of stonesTear the thorn from our side
Pull the nails from the wrists of decay
Crown the poor man in the street
Hate breeds sufferingThe raging cold
Memories of the past collide
The vision stands
The touch of flesh and boneTear the thorn from our side
Pull the nails from the wrists of decay
Crown the poor man in the street
Hate breeds sufferingStare into the face of unrest
Blind within, hate breeds suffering
Stare into the pain of promise
Blind within, hate breeds sufferingExistence of conflict within our lives
Reflections grasp the concept before we dieHate breeds suffering
Hate breeds sufferingHate breeds suffering
Hate breeds suffering
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