Death of The Social

Where did all the hate come from For your sons and daughters, sons and daughters? We share existence more, rather than talking Oh where did all the hate come from For your sons and daughters, sons and daughters? We're walking through the halls but we're barely talking Where did all the hate come from? We're just taking orders, taking orders Be careful on the borders of your ambitions and then what's lawless Oh where did all the hate come from For your sons and daughters, sons and daughters? We share existence more, rather than talking Walking on the banks, our footsteps slow A couple years ago That's where you let me know And I wondered Where did all the hate come from For your sons and daughters, sons and daughters? We share existence more, rather than talking