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 mo