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
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 kneel, we cower, we cover our heads
Feel the threat of blows
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