Something, inside me, has overflowed A beckoning, from a world, beyond my own Something... Something, inside me, has overflowed A beckoning fight from a world, beyond my own Systems, of hatred and selfishness, have taken hold Poisoning our minds Mirrors of, what's within Empathy turned jaded, has been built up, On the backs of the innocent, senselessly condemned to die Planting, the seeds of compassion, it is not long before they sanctify Taking hold, and letting go, of a hardened heart No longer pretending, that this inconvenience Is excusable for genocide