text: The hills find peace, locked armed guard posts
  Safe from the screams of the children born as ghosts
  Gates, guns and alarms shape the calm of the dawn
  Peering down into the basin where death lives on
  When young run foaming at the mouth with hate
  When burning batons beat the freezing who shake
  Under the toxic sunsets they dine and toast
  Of walls deny the terror faced
  By the children born as ghosts
  Born as ghosts
  Born as ghosts
  Born as ghosts
  Born as ghosts
  One book and forty ghosts 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
  Born as ghosts
  Born as ghosts
  Born as ghosts
  Born as ghosts
  Born as ghosts
  Born as ghosts
  Born as ghosts
  Born as ghosts