Warborn

Born with gun in hand

And raised in the battlefield

A bunker instead of a cradle

And wasteland as a playground

And the skies at night are now lit up by the blazing of their guns

As they march into-battle singing hymns of death instead of being sung lullabies

A gun for every kid walking down the street

Who beholds a future of bloodstained dreams

In a world full of chaos war is just the beginning

Because violence is the answer, violence is the answer