Am I seeing truth or illusion
Regardless, I'll stand for my opinion
Enlisted and ready to fight a war
Although, I'm not sure what I'm fighting for
What do we gain from the hate that divides
Drinking its poison, thinking the enemy will die
Their rations of hate bear much sway
They feed us so they can get their way
And meanwhile, we fight the perceived threat
Our hands strung around our own brother's neck
What do we gain from the hate that divides
Drinking its poison, thinking the enemy will die
What do we gain from the hate that divides
Drinking its poison, thinking the enemy will die
What do we gain from the hate that divides
Drinking its poison, thinking the enemy will die