Thrill is like a pill that kills, While I look at the Ku Klux **** Taken their stand on hot sand, Ready to take down the darken slaves In those cold evil ancient days, The screams are still on the tip of their tongues, While slaves go out to fight the KU KLUX **** they lost their lives to the hands of those white men, dead skin for the ravens the blood stain stand is the history that ***** away like bats in time the dead will soon be gone the red sea will cast ancient dreams to all who can see; it all comes straight from the heart where life has been written about the forbidden; I step upon the stained sand that is covred in sin; while time clutched at my feet while I write in blood stain ink, millions of tears did fall while they tried to claim the wall, I see soldiers on their feet Wherein raincoats; I ask myself what side are they on? I feel so ill, like I had taken the old ancient pill that kills the thrill. while I see the stains upon the sand where the KU KLUX **** once stood whirring their white hoods, with blood stain, wooden crosses in their hands while they burned up the land; where mills of silence swept over the sand.