Where is the love? I have seen so much sickness I have seen so much wrong But when my hatred goes unchecked The agony is just prolonged (Chorus) We cannot hope for freedom We cannot ask for peace We cannot look for solace When we ignore our own disease Is there a point to all this pressure? Is there a need for all this pain? Is there a point in such pretension When tragedy is all that's gained? (Chorus) We try to make such an impression We try to force things to be said We try to gain such acceptance We force our message to lie dead (Chorus)