Who Taught You How To Hate - Disturbed
I hear the voices echoing around me Angered eyes that don't even know who I am Looking to kill again (they will kill again) As the unknown enemies surround me Wicked laughter resonates inside my head And I am filled with dread (and adrenaline) What did I do, why do I deserve this? So we're different, why do I deserve to die now? Give me a reason why? Then it all goes a blur, let instinct take flight Find my hands on his throat, yet hear myself say Tell me now, who taught you how to hate? 'Cause it isn't in your blood Not a part of what you're made So let this be understood Somebody taught you how to hate When you live this way, you become Dead to everyone A father's pride, my son walking beside me I look around and marvel at the children play In perfect disarray (so innocent) No judgment, pure exhilaration Not to wipe the colours of it on their minds Nothing realigned (all different) There's always one who plants an evil seed and creatures here to pull you to the other side Into a world of lies Everything is unsure when you lost your sight Can it still be if you're what made you this way? Tell me now, who taught you how to hate? 'Cause it isn't in your blood Not a part of what you're made So let this be understood Somebody taught you how to hate When you live this way you become Dead to everyone (you're not anyone) Oh, oh Lost all innocence Invested in arrogance, you burn all your life (no telling you) No deliverance, consumed by the best events of hate Don't deny Deep in your heart does it still remain? Do you think you can bring it back to life again? Is it still in your soul? (no saving you) Where's the deviant? The unholy remnant that has made you this way? Lay before the disdain Tell me who, who taught you how to hate because it isn't your blood Not a part of what you're made So let this be understood Somebody taught you how to hate When you live this way you become (you become) Tell me now, who taught you how to hate 'Cause it isn't in your blood Not a part of what you're made So let this be understood Somebody taught you how to hate When you live this way you become (you become) You become Dead to everyone (you're not anyone)
Artist: Disturbed
Title: Who Taught You How To Hate