Born As Ghosts

The hills find peaceLocked armed guard postsSafe from the screamsOf the children born as ghostsGates guns and alarmsShape the calm of the dawnPeering down into the basinWhere death lives onWhen young run foaming at the mouth with hateWhen burning batons beat the freezing who shakeUnder the toxic sunsets they dine and toastOf walls deny the terror facedBy the children born as ghostsBorn as ghostsA warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our wordBorn as ghostsA warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our wordBorn as ghostsA warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our wordBorn as ghostsWe're the children born as ghostsborn as ghostsOne book and forty ghosts stuffed in a roomThe school as a tombWhere home is a wastelandTaste the razor wireAnd thought is locked in the wombThe tales that tear at the myth of the dreamMyth of the dreamMyth of the dreamA suffering that shocks the lives off the screenMyth of the dream Myth of the dreamBorn as ghostsA warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our wordBorn as ghostsA warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our wordBorn as ghostsA warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our wordBorn as ghostsWe are the children born as ghostsBorn as ghostsBorn as ghostsBorn as ghostsA warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our wordBorn as ghostsA warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our wordBorn as ghostsA warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our wordBorn as ghostsWe're the children born as ghostsBorn as ghostsBorn as ghosts