Stop and look at the stink you're bringin',
To the body with your fighting,
You bust more knuckles than the wrongs you're righting.
What's important, is where we relate,
It's the meaning of the word Amalgamate.
We cut ourselves, our own limbs we've severed.
It's time for us to pull together
And stand, as one,
All eyes are turning towards the Son.
Drop your fists now, what you resent.
Let's not forget who we represent.
And fall to our knees in unity.