7.Hate
I wanna change the colour of my skin so i can know what it's
like to walk down the street A stare of hate Would it break my
will would i want to kill If they close their eyes would they
ever see the difference if they closed their ears would it
matter anyway If they closed their mouth do you think they'd
ever listen If they closed their mind would they ever learn I
wanna change for one day So i could be inside the head of hate
Then i would know what it's like to hate Hate is the air You can
see it read it hear it and feel it It hides behind smilling
faces Smilling faces of fear Happy faces of hate Pretty faces of
prejudice Sickly faces ugly faces wrinkled faces decrepit faces
of hate The everyday faces of hate
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