A reoccurring theme has buried its roots (buried its roots) Taken hold in the minds of the foolish (the foolish) Narcissistic urges, to spit words of fire (of fire) To let hate bloom upon the graves of the peaceful (the peaceful) Cutting down our fellow man, in the name of fruitless conquests! (main verse)
Born to contort the words of one, into the misguided preaching of the masses It's burning through our veins, a bitter compulsion To surround ourselves with conflict We place ourselves upon righteous pedestals Weighing our words as if laced with gold When every breath is drenched in spite What do we stand to gain?
(spoken) What do we stand to gain? We cut each other down with these bitter tongues Lash out with harsh words why do we do this to each other? why can't we be at peace? why can't we learn to love? I don't under stand (Learn to love) I don't understand!
We need to reform our ways, embrace tolerance and suppress our hate Learn where our words have no place, negativity amidst a creative space.
Born to contort the words of one, into the misguided preaching of the masses It's burning through our veins, a bitter compulsion To surround ourselves with conflict We place ourselves upon righteous pedestals Weighing our words as if laced with gold When every breath is drenched in spite What do we stand to gain?