The still and silence

is torn with violence.

A loud breaking sound

in the night is made.

Hear it grow, hear it fade.

The sound you're hearing,

the sound you're fearing

is the hate that parades

up and down our streets,

coming within bounds and within reach.

Now, inside the place we hide away,

we hear it near and hope it turns away.

Turn away

There's something seething in the air we're breathing.

We learn slash and burn is the method to use.

Set a flame, burn it new.

We're overpowered.

We kneel, we cower,

we cover our heads.

Feel the threat of blows

that will come and the damage

that will be done in its wake.

Now, inside this place we hide away,

we hear it near although it's miles away.

We hear it near and hope it turns away.

Turn away

This house divided, we live inside it.

Hate's dwelling place is

behind our door in fitful nights.

Hear it walk the floor and hear it rave

as it moans and drags along its ball and chain,

as it moves through this house it can't escape.

Now inside this place we hide away.

We hear it near and hope it turns away.

Turn away