Anger as sharp as the broken glass
  Burning cars and tear gas
  Every race riot--is the last one
  A dying culture's final gasp
    Every decade--yet no one learns
  And it's always their own homes they burn
  Crushed by a quorum-driven-state machine
  A nation's will, cannot be turned
    Memories lost in a nation's sleep
  In the dreams of contented sheep
  Can we ever hope to find solutions
  When our country has sold the Constitution
    All too wrong to be right
  The answer's there, we just lack the sight
  Race wars fed by prejudice and fright
  The love of a nation for its people
  burned through the night
    Monochrome blood sport--we never tire
  So many things feed the fires
  To repeat History--a world conspires
  So many years have fed the desires