Because they were whores
who cared not for their kids,
we’ve lost our mothers,
so we hold on to our hate.
Because we smoked
and shot up too much,
we’ve lost our sanity,
but we hold on to our hate.
Because his pain was
too great to endure,
we’ve lost our Voice,
and it triggers his hate.
Call it pain, wrath, or rage,
the answer’s always the same.
When everything washes away,
we’ve got no one else to blame.
Because our fathers
weren’t really men,
we’ve lost our strength,
and we hold on to our hate.
Because we borrowed
what we couldn’t steal,
we’ve lost our homes,
so we hold on to our hate.
Because our leaders
lied time and again,
we’ve lost our trust,
but they hold on to their hate.
Call it pain, wrath, or rage,
the answer’s always the same.
When everything fades away,
we’re left with nothing but shame.
Because we were shown
the wrong ways to love,
we’ve lost our kids,
and they carry on with our hate.
Because we Quaked
for hours on end,
we’ve lost all control.
IDDQD our hate.
Because our priests
betrayed their vows,
we’ve lost our faith.
God holds on to its hate.
Call it pain, wrath, or rage,
the answer’s always the same.
When everything washes away,
we’re holding on to our hate.
Call it pain, wrath, or rage,
the answer’s always the same.
When everything fades away,
we’re holding on to our hate.
Call it pain, wrath, or rage,
the answer’s always the same.
No matter what we try to say,
we’re holding on to our hate.
