Hated to the point of insanity

All that we do and all that we are

Trying to hide from vanity

It's out of hand, way too far



We're sick and tired of lying

Bring us fire, bring us fire

Down the road, limping, sighing

We keep on walking with desire



We have no proof there is an end

Only wishes, prayers and hope

One day we'll rest, we will mend

and we'll have learnt how to cope