| So you say you hate and you’re ready to fight
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| You’re filled up with agressions
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| You say it’s too late
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| To discuss for your right — you got violent obsessions
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| But history shows whenever hate grows
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| It’s giving you misery and pain
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| It’s a deadly illusion to find a solution
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| By usin' your fist — not your brain
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| The roots of hate — when destiny’s callin'
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| The dark side of fate
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| Some conscience is fallin'
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| The roots of hate — are small
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| In a cave without light they grow 'till the night
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| Turns our fears
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| Into burnin' tears
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| For billions of years since the very first date
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| There were fights and damnations
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| But destruction and fears never made problems fade
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| 'cause the blade of a sword kills all patience
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| But history shows whenever hate grows
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| It’s giving you misery and pain
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| It’s a deadly illusion to find a solution
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| By usin' your fist — not your brain
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| The roots of hate — when destiny’s callin'
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| The dark side of fate
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| Some conscience is fallin'
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| The roots of hate — are small
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| In a cave without light they grow 'till the night
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| Turns our fears
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| Into burnin' tears
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| In the trashcan of mercy
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| Some fallen angel cries
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| In fear and desperation
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| While another hero dies
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| The roots of hate — when destiny’s callin'
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| The dark side of fate
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| Some conscience is fallin'
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| The roots of hate — are small
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| In a cave without light they grow 'till the night
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| Turns our fears
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| Into burnin' tears |