Hate - The Joykiller

Can't you feel it can't you see it
The promise of prosperity
It's overwhelming you and me
It afflicts us like a disease
Ubiquitous compelling too
We cling to you like crazy glue
And inject such a potent seed
It's best for all humanity
The spread of culture
The sword of progress
The vector of suffrage
A warm and septic breeze
The pomp and elation
The duty and vocation
The blood of the hybrid
It's just a recipe
Re living our ancestry
The frightful lack of harmony
Our fore fothers who led the way
Their victims are still here today
Now it's time to erase the story
Of our bogus fate
Our history as it's portrayed
It's just a recipe for hate