Born In Chaos

Lesson one, aim your gun, learn the art of killing

Childhood past, die is cast, be ready & be willing

The child believes the cause is just, the reasons for it true

And knowing not of childhood, what else is there left to do

Born in Chaos

Now you're ten, war again, fighting's your tradition

Aim your gun, kill the one, fail not is your mission

The child believes the cause is fair, the reasons for it right

And never tasting freedom, what is there to do but fight

Born in Chaos

Just a boy, with his toy, deal in retribution

Aim your gun, watch them run, from your execution

The child believes the cause is good, it comes from god divine

And never knowing wisdom, dreams of truth & death sublime

Born in Chaos