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.
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