The Retort

Let the first murder be on a Sunday...
Won't that make your father oh so mad?
Let your brother cry for help...
As he is reaching up with a saddened face
Oh will you please help me
Oh will you please stop the pain

Behind a color everything is so much brighter
To be accepted is playing with the devil's fire
There is one way in but there is no way out
No matter how loud you scream your mother won't hear you shout
Dancing is hating, I'm growing to a shrinking size
This will lead many to crawl, and to many's demise

Behind the hate is the serpent, smiling so beautifully
Above the clouds is a spirit, crying with the raindrops on his fallen son
To revive a fallen angel, his wings are damged can he still fly?
With an imagination so far away...

We hate you...
We hate we...
We hate me...
We hate hate...
We hate love...
We hate red...
We hate blue...
We hate everything!