Torn down factories
Backdrop for forgotten times
The changing seasons

Progression in a wake of stones

Tear the thorn from our side

Pull the nails from the wrists of decay
Crown the poorman on the street
Hate breeds suffering


The raging cold
memories of the past collide

the vision stands
The touch of flesh and bone


Stare in to the face of unrest
Blind within - hate breeds suffering
Stare into the pain of promise

Blind within - hate breeds suffering

This existence - is a conflict - within

our lives
Sad reflections - grasp the concept
Before we die


Hate breeds suffering
Hate breeds suffering.