New Colossal Hate

The mother of exiles stands there weeping

As her children tear themselves apart

Knives are out, her thoughts are bleeding

Blood runs down her welcoming arms

Her feral brood has turned neglectful

The chains she broke are rusting closed

Imprisoned lightning burns forgetful

Spoiled blind to the light that she holds

Lash the tired and kill the poor

The huddled masses ram the door

The new colossal hate arises

Savage ways, old horizons

Hate arises

Like brazen giants with conquering limbs

The herd manifesting all that she despised

Childish amnesia born of privilege

Selfish mob commits matricide

Her mild gaze gone stern, fire in her eyes

Watching her dreams turn into dust

The beacon dropped, her hand raised up to strike

Cast them homeless into the tempest

Lash the tired and kill the poor

The coddled masses slam the golden door

The new colossal hate arises

Savage ways, old horizons

Out of one a warring many

A dirty mirror shows the enemy

New colossal hate arises

Hate arises

Broken hope

The melting pot is melting down

A pool of slag on poisoned ground

Choking from the venom's sting

Pull the fangs, let freedom ring

(Let freedom ring)

The new colossal hate arises

Savage ways, old horizons

Out of one a warring many

A dirty mirror shows the enemy

New colossal hate arises

Hate arises

Hate arises