It's the farmer's barren fields,
It's the force the Army wields,
It's the expression on the faces of the starving children
It's the power of the Man,
It's the fuel that drives the Klan,
It's the motive and the conscience of the murderer
It's the preacher on TV,
It's the false sincerity,
It's the form letters written by the big computers
It's the nuclear bombs,
It's the kids with no moms,
And I'm fearful that it's inside me...