Branded, forced into exile   Cinical routine, family union dissolved   Accused, abandonment, dead beat   Admonished, siblings, severed values detached      Hear my children calling   Loud out to me   I won't subscribe to a campaign   Bent on tragedy      [Chorus :]   Build to resist, build to resist   My children I'll come for you      Bonded, subculture formed   Anguish, yearning fills painful spiritless void   Blood flows vested strong and free   Starved from rightful tender physical resolve      Har my children crying   Loud out to me   I won't subscribe to a campaign   Bent on tragedy      [Chorus (2x)]      My children I come for you