Clenched fists,
Over shattered dreams,
What can all this hatred mean?
Blood shed,
Over guilty floor,
I've heard all these lies before.

Blunt lies,
And muffled screams,
What can all this torture mean?
Sweat and dirt,
In one mans bed,
For how long must a man be bled?

Screams and sweat,
In one mans room,
Was it built to be his tomb?
Cuts and scrapes,
On one mans skin,
Where does humanity begin?