They make their way towards you,
as they see you all alone.
Now you're cast into their pit,
throwing their killing stones.

A sudden cold metal spike,
is now driven down your back.
You can't seem to go forth,
with all the words that attack.

There you stand,
a helpless man,
just like a scarecrow.
The words that are said,
make you less than zero.

The vultures take there picking,
as it gnaws the heart.
They rip straight through the flesh,
to try and take the man apart.

They just want to cause you pain,
in their twisted little game.
I thought I would tell you brother,
it's called hate by any other name.

Just turn the other cheek,
shake the dust off your shoulders.
Two wrongs will never make a right,
there you’ll stand all so bolder.

If things were turned around,
on the other side of the gun.
You would have no problem,
the coward’s always on the run.

No longer will you feel the fear,
no longer will you hear
the words that are spoken.
Break through their circle of hate,
the forces are now broken.