| Tell me what you're trying to say | |
| I ask you man to man | |
| Troubled visions, fucked up thoughts | |
| Which I can't understand | |
| So, you're a part of the masterrace | |
| And plant the seeds of hate | |
| You talk, the bullshit flies | |
| It makes me nauseous | |
| Be colour blind - | |
| And see the truth | |
| Free your mind - | |
| The problem is you | |
| Problems that occur to yourself | |
| Beyond your control | |
| Fault of those who come to our land | |
| To live on our expense | |
| Your mind is sick, pathetic you, | |
| Who plants the seeds of hate | |
| You talk, the bullshit flies | |
| It makes me nauseous | |
| Be colour blind - | |
| And see the truth | |
| Free your mind - | |
| The problem is you | |
| You're too deaf to hear | |
| You're too blind to see | |
| Too numb to feel | |
| Calling yourself human? | |
| You think that the world | |
| Is turning for you | |
| And that you can judge | |
| Whether one can use it | |
| No! |