Hate

I wanna change the colour of my skin

so i can know what it's like to walk down the street

A stare of hate

Would it break my will would i want to kill



If they close their eyes would they ever see the difference

if they closed their ears would it matter anyway

If they closed their mouth do you think they'd ever listen

If they closed their mind would they ever learn



I wanna change for one day

So i could be inside the head of hate

Then i would know what it's like to hate

Hate is the air

You can see it read it hear it and feel it

It hides behind smilling faces

Smilling faces of fear



Happy faces of hate

Pretty faces of prejudice

Sickly faces, ugly faces, wrinkled faces, decrepit faces of hate

The everyday faces of hate