We found ourselves some enemies
To justify our hate.
They lived within each one of us.
Their deaths would make us great.
Unfortunately they became
Our neighbors one bright day
And we attacked them as we ought.
They all have gone away.
They left because they had to hide:
Our weapons were too strong.
We chased them till they reached the rock
And then we did them wrong.
The legend told us what we did,
Why on the rock they died:
They got to show us how our hate
Unfortunately lied.