The still and silence
Is torn with violence
A loud breaking sound
In the night is made
Hear it grow, hear it fade
The sound you're hearing
The sound you're fearing
Is the hate that parades
Up and down our streets
Coming within bounds and within reach
Now, inside the place we hide away
We hear it near and hope it turns away
Turn away
There's something seething in the air we're breathing
We learn slash and burn is the method to use
Set a flame, burn it new
We're overpowered
We kneel, we cower
We cover our heads
Feel the threat of blows
That will come and the damage
That will be done in its wake
Now, inside this place we hide away
We hear it near although it's miles away
We hear it near and hope it turns away
Turn away
This house divided, we live inside it
Hate's dwelling place is
Behind our door in fitful nights
Hear it walk the floor and hear it rave
As it moans and drags along its ball and chain
As it moves through this house it can't escape
Now inside this place we hide away
We hear it near and hope it turns away
Turn away