Being told what they are, they don’t choose
Being silenced by outsiders abuse
Fearing death for expressing their views

Being told who they love is a sin
Being oppressed with no freedom to think
Feeling forced to collude in the spin

We never ever have to pick a side
We never have to be somebody else
The one and only thing that’s ever right
Whatever they tell, be true to yourself

I hate people
I hate, I hate, I hate people

Telling me what to do to conform
Making martyrs from the day they were born
Waging wars as the innocent mourn

Forcing torture for the crime of a kiss
Telling me that some colours can’t mix
Being threatened by the truth on their lips

I'm part of people as well
Should I turn this hate upon myself?
I'm so sorry for the times I imposed my will
The hand that you’ve been dealt
And how it must have felt
Sorry