Our Grotesque Portraits Lyrics

Thinking for ourselves
Can we think for those
Those without a voice
That suffer by our hands
Morbid generation failing to wake up
From the actions of our hands
That kill, torture, separate
They suffer in hypocrisy
As we claim to uphold moral views
Bloodshed and terror
Disregard the horror
How do we let this shit ensue
Grotesque portraits of ourselves
How long will we let ourselves stay blind
So ashamed of my own race
I separate myself from your kind