I FEEL THE HATE, IT KEEPS COMING DOWN   COMING DOWN LIKE THE RAIN   LOOK AT ME, I'M GETTING DRENCHED   WE KEEP GETTING CAUGHT UP   IN THIS RAGING WIND   NOW LOOK AT US, WE'RE BLOWN AWAY.....BY THE WIND   I WANT TO SEE HOW HIGH IS THAT FLAG GONNA FLY   WHEN THE STORM COMES RAGING THROUGH   IT SURROUNDS ALL OF US   IT?S WINDS CARRY THE TRUTH   THE RAINS ARE THE TEARS   THAT HAVE BEEN FALLNG OVER THE YEARS   THIS STORM IS GONNA WIPE AWAY   WIPE AWAY THE INSINCERE   NO MORE WIITE, NO MORE BLACK   NO MORE BARRIERS, NO MORE TRAPS   THERE WILL BE OUIET AFTER THE STORM