Never sleeps

Rage
In one who longs to kill you
Let it out
Pain
Is what this hurt soul brings you
Without a doubt
Longing to kill, crucify
See the hate in their eyes
Nothing you have done to them,
Save the color of your skin

(chorus)

Hate is born
The innocent cry
Hate is born
They all will die
Hate is born
The mother weeps
Hate is born
It never sleeps

(verse II)

Death
Is what is here to greet you
Turn and run
Lead
Sticks into your back
From their gun
You long to live, in blood soaked cries
But this is a right that they deny
Nothing have you done to them,
But they don't care: "murder him." (1 John 2:11)