The hills find peace, locked armed guard posts Safe from the screams of the children born as ghosts The gates, guns and alarms shape the calm of the dawn Peering down into the basin where death lives on
Where young run foaming at the mouth with hate Where burning batons beat the freezing who shake Under the toxic sunsets they dine and toast Their walls deny the terror faced by the children Born as ghosts
Born as ghosts, a warning, you sufferers Begin to speak our word Born as ghosts, a warning, you sufferers Begin to speak our word
Born as ghosts, a warning, you sufferers Begin to speak our word Born as ghosts We're the children born as ghosts Born as ghosts
One book and forty odd stuffed in a room Ah, the school as a tomb where home is a wasteland Taste the razor wire and thought is locked in the womb The tales that tear at the myth of the dream A suffering that shocks the lives off the screen
Born as ghosts, a warning, you sufferers Begin to speak our word Born as ghosts, a warning, you sufferers Begin to speak our word
Born as ghosts, a warning, you sufferers Begin to speak our word Born as ghosts We're the children born as ghosts Born as ghosts, born as ghosts
Born as ghosts, a warning, you sufferers Begin to speak our word Born as ghosts, a warning, you sufferers Begin to speak our word
Born as ghosts, a warning, you sufferers Begin to speak our word Born as ghosts We're the children born as ghosts Born as ghosts, born as ghosts