Sick Of It All

Pressure cooker about to explode
the ignorant ones are litenin' to fools
radical factions add fuel to the fire
to satisfy their hateful desire
We as the innocent suffer the most
paying for crimes we did not commit
here to serve penance for history's sins
detested for something we've never been
All their grandstands, all their big plans
didn't change a damn thing
how could you explain
i don't know your pain
understanding how you shut me out
trust - is lost - we'll gain it back