Planes - Hate Army Lyrics

I don't know your name
I don't know where you are
Until you show yourself in the streets
And this snowflake tears you apart

Hate army, come for me
Come for me now
I want to see your burning torches
Illuminate your frowns
It's just a joke, where's your sense of humor?
It doesn't mean a thing
But we know there's missiles in the dog whistles
And you're ready to let them sing

Trying to change your mind
Wouldn't do any good
So we're gonna make you understand
Why your fathers wore the hood

Hate Army, come for me
Come for me now
I want to see the burning crosses
Your lame excuse for a crow
I want to hear you whine for hours
How being white is hard
You got a right to your blood and soil
Within the prison yard

It doesn't come from the top down
It rises up from the street
The end result of fragile masculinity

Hate army, come for me
Come for me now
I want to see your burning torches
Illuminate your frowns
It's just a joke, where's your sense of humor?
It doesn't mean a thing
But we know there's missiles in the dog whistles
And you're ready to let them sing