False guides Black lights Grim, pitiful and helpless In anger towards yourself and the world A cold violent rush against whatever To soothe your misguided souls You are shoveling your hate Upon a wretched pile Of ignorance and fear In self-denial Then comes the helping hand Another pariah A treacherous pied piper To fuel your toxic fires False guides Black lights Have we lost our minds? In loss of a humanity that binds Borders, flags and pride For a world without colors we should strive You keep shoveling your hate On your pathetic piles With ignorance and fear You feed your self-denial Bombed out of their distant homes They seek relief Only to become a scapegoat (here) For all that's wrong with you Then comes the helping hand Another pariah A treacherous pied piper To fuel your toxic fires