As the seasons come and go,
As the years pass us by,
When choice's scars come to show
We'll realize the truth we've lied.
When misconceptions we've come across
That alienate and antagonize,
And paradigms that hate are lost,
We'll face our lives with truer eyes.
We waste away fortifying fences;
Building bulwarks, pilling mud.
We bury love, dig hate's trenches
Filling moats with brother's blood.
In the end we're "satisfied"
When everything's dead, you're all alone.
Realize the truth you've lied-
Hell is what you've made my home.