Blood and dust have changed all the colors in my mind
Black has made me see but the [bad word] has made me blind

To the fears
To the lies
They were here
All the time

In your sympathetic Sunday night I don't belong
Till all the hate that lines the face of my enemy is gone

To the fears
To the lies
They were here
All the time

The mouth of New York City talks
Spitting dust from streets to sidewalks
Pictures soaked in fasoline
Twisting through the steel and concrete
The smoke has leared but I ca't breathe
The new day is a prison for the souls who've lost hope
But I've been taught [bad word] to the ones who need it most

All the fears
All the lies
They were here
All the time