Cloaked in a layer of thick frost

To this world we're morally lost

Hate is unwise

Fueled by poison in disguise

It is unkind

Too scared to move beyond this state of mind

Stripped of all knowledge and of pride

A turning point of new is nigh

Hate is unwise

Fueled by poison in disguise

It is unkind

Too scared to move beyond this state of mind