This is my times' genocide

Ignorant minds

We stand proudly

Crawling in

Unions

Of mass hatred

Voiced as unity

Adaptive complaints manifest

Learn to blame others for mistakes that don't exist

Breeding

Dying contempt

Voiced

The useless need

Feeding

Inspired heartless revelations cage the souls

Pour prejudice into the holes

Fill the holes

Wasteful attempts approach the lost and the powerless

You teach the child's mind

Steal the soul for the tribe and point the finger of hate

Hope to never feel this way again hope to never feel this way again

so you lost your world

In this bed of hate

Left with lies

And nothing

The paradox of lies the paradox of lies