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