Lyrics Colors of Hate - Violator

Colors of Hate

Beneath the streets
A common man is caged
Tormented and mortified
Subjected to intense hurt and mental shock
Horrified by a brutality
He can’t understand
Tortured
Suffering to confess
The crime
Not match their impress
Colors of Hate
Aggression based on skin coler
Disgusted to realize racial intolerance
Discrimination is a tool of the machine
Oppression
A scar that never heal
Racism
A brand ripped in flesh
Colors of Hate
Prejudice is the gun that guarantee
That we (already) live in a divided society
All the pain, all misery, has a history
And the past and its hate can’t be erased
Colors of Hate