I wanna change the colour of my skin
so i can know what it's like to walk down the street
A stare of hate
Would it break my will would i want to kill

If they close their eyes would they ever see the difference
if they closed their ears would it matter anyway
If they closed their mouth do you think they'd ever listen
If they closed their mind would they ever learn

I wanna change for one day
So i could be inside the head of hate
Then i would know what it's like to hate
Hate is the air
You can see it read it hear it and feel it
It hides behind smilling faces
Smilling faces of fear

Happy faces of hate
Pretty faces of prejudice
Sickly faces, ugly faces, wrinkled faces, decrepit faces of hate
The everyday faces of hate