Hate in forms of words that fire from their mouths.
There is no war but the one they create in their minds.
It's all against one and there is no ally.
We look for hope but there is no leeway.
Even the right decisions are incorrect
And the compassion is regret.
The skies are clear, but the ground still shakes
Thus, grey days are better in their wakes.
It's not all over, I know
It's just the beginning, but im losing hope.
It's all against one and I'm the vitcim.