The rivalry the pathetic strife You have fallen from grace Oblivious to the axioms of life You have fallen flat on your face
Born under a gun Blind you run Into the citadel of the fallen one
The accumulation of obstacles The abandonment of principles The intuitive understanding ignored The animal let loose to win the war
Born under a gun Blind you run Into the citadel of the fallen one
The hunger for power The demon that clutches at our souls You are caught in its web Alone now you cower Inside you are barren and cold The demon is fed
Born under a gun Blind you run Into the citadel of the fallen one