Overreacted stories, from those who swear it's reality Without knowing they anchor into your memory Starting to feel sorry, starting to hate Hate for the unknown, the one unseen
Lies of those who are less in the eyes of the teller Frightened listeners, confused at beginning, easy to convince Those who didn't witness visualize what they hear
Without truth the anger grows as the lie continues Feelings get exploited by the story that gets pushed to the limit The disciple of confusion never started, never did wrong or made no mistake. His eyes were closed and mouth was shut His creation of prejudice works in the minds of those who are always just listening without their own opinion or courage to say what they really think
Open your eyes, release your mind Think for your own, for what you know for real Not for what you guess through things you just heard First impressions stay in mind, no matter how they get in Prejudice you have for the unknown, for the things they've told you so The influence on your mindless faith can let you live forever in fear without need.