Ender's waiting at the bus stop He left the school just after five His bloodied hands still held the memory Of one last schoolyard fight World leaders watching from a distance Hoping that this third time's the charm What's the point in games of buggery If the weapon's never armed
What's the use in going home If Ender goes alone. What's the use in going home If Ender goes alone.
Ender's walking through the station Always wondering about the time As he's mastering the war games Another birthday flutters by
Old men sit nervous at the viewscreens All awaiting the command A tiny twelve year old who doesn't know The power in his hand
Ender does just what they say Ender does just what they say He's getting better every day He's getting better every day Ender doesn't want to play He doesn't want to play He doesn't want to play
But still they fill his mind with Playground fights and weaponry, Counterstrikes and strategy It's bleeding into apathy They won't let him go and so he
Takes his losses, turns them round And burns their cities to the ground And never speaks his heart aloud again
It's not the world he used to know, But Ender's going home It's not the world he used to know, But Ender's going home