On the sideline of the grace
We're waiting our turn
Watching some fighting for peace
While the bridges burn
Peace is taking many forms
From obscure to true
In the name of this or that
It will get to you
We are many, not enough
Fear is our epitaph
Too much below, not much above
Breeding the hate
Breeding the wrath
Maybe your bed is ablaze
Maybe ours is not
We're not part of this crusade
Don't want to get shot
It was not by choice for you
Still, why should we care
We will stock up, we will hide
Leaving you some spares
We are many, not enough
Fear is our epitaph
Too much below, not much above
Breeding the hate
Breeding the wrath
Too selfish to understand
Too careless to try
Righteousness won't be denied
Whichever's the side
We've spent so much just to get
Where we have arrived
Giving all we have to chance
Is why we won't decide
Too much below, not much above
Breeding the hate
Breeding the wrath
Breeding the wrath
Breeding the wrath