We feel the anger rise before the wake   We march against the wars of hate   The wratful demons come to brake your fate   You're living in a lie, you won't be safe   My heart is burned to six feet under   My soul is black as the moonless night   There's one thing that the heathens seek   The fragile flesh of the unborn child      Why won't you listen to me? Just listen to me   Why can't you hear the screams? The screams so loud   That all the salt of the tears that they all will cry   Yet the warmth of the sun won't let the tears go dry   Why won't you talk to me? Just talk to me   Why can't you see the fear? The fear of life   That all the salt of the tears that they all will cry   Yet the warmth of the sun won't let the tears go dry      We feel the anger rise before the wake   We march against the wars of hate   The wratful demons come to brake your fate   You're living in a lie, you won't be safe   My heart is burned to six feet under   My soul is black as the moonless night   There's one thing that the heathens seek   The fragile flesh of the unborn child      Why won't you listen to me? Just listen to me   Why can't you hear the screams? The screams so loud   That all the salt of the tears that they all will cry   Yet the warmth of the sun won't let the tears go dry   Why won't you talk to me? Just talk to me   Why can't you see the fear? The fear of life   That all the salt of the tears that they all will cry   Yet the warmth of the sun won't let the tears go dry