Songtext von Colors Of Hate

Beneath the streets A common man is caged Tormented and mortified Subjected to intense hurt and mental shock Horrified by a brutality He can't understand Tortured Suffering to confess The crime Not match their impress Colors of hate Aggression based on skin coler Disgusted to realize racial intolerance Discrimination is a tool of the machine Oppression A scar that never heal Racism A brand ripped in flesh Colors of hate Prejudice is the gun that guarantee That we (already) live in a divided society All the pain, all misery, has a history And the past and its hate can't be erased Colors of hate