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