Metal Church

No one's born with hatred, it's something that you learn
How do you think the good Lord feels, about the crosses you burn
What makes you hate the difference of someone's skin or race?
You must think you have more rights to be living in this place
I don't know what you feel, or have you lost your mind?
Afraid to take a look at yourself, afraid of the things you will find
You're no friend of mine
The Dark Ages are over, in case you haven't heard
While you're lost in ignorance, you killed a mockingbird
Hide behind your bedclothes, meet in some secret place
One day soon this hate you've brewed will blow up in your face