Lost souls gather round
While they stumble, head first, into a maze of invisible walls
They look at each other, they grumble and frown
They can't seem to understand each other at all

Lost souls gather round
It will be their fall

People claim to understand perspectives
I have never seen anyone actually try
People think they own people
I am yours, you are mine

Should we change our ways, son?
Aim for better days
Grim manifestation
Watch them plant the seeds of hate

Most of my brothers believe
Their convictions have given them all the tools
To claim they are better than me
Yet they proudly traverse through the maze, like fools

Each lie, each omission, each manipulation
Insert human beings in false situations
The fear and the silence, the ways of the violence
Lead all of these people into self-condemnation

I see lack of communication
People sick with their arrogant, intolerant minds
We keep living a lie
In the end, we're all dying inside

Could we change our ways, son?
Hope for better days
Dreadful lamentation
Watch them grow the seeds of hate

We should change our ways, son
We will fade away
Calling all them nations
Time to reap the seeds of hate

All this hate is here to stay
While we wait for something new

We should seek the light of new days
Now's the time
To heal our minds

We still live in a sea of hate
'Till we open our eyes
We'll drown and die