The hills find peace, locked armed guard posts   Safe from the screams of the children born as ghosts   The gates, guns and alarms shape the calm of the dawn   Peering down into the basin where death lives on      Where young run foaming at the mouth with hate   Where burning batons beat the freezing who shake   Under the toxic sunsets they dine and toast   Their walls deny the terror faced by the children   Born as ghosts      Born as ghosts, a warning, you sufferers   Begin to speak our word   Born as ghosts, a warning, you sufferers   Begin to speak our word      Born as ghosts, a warning, you sufferers   Begin to speak our word   Born as ghosts   We're the children born as ghosts   Born as ghosts      One book and forty odd 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, a warning, you sufferers   Begin to speak our word   Born as ghosts, a warning, you sufferers   Begin to speak our word      Born as ghosts, a warning, you sufferers   Begin to speak our word   Born as ghosts   We're the children born as ghosts   Born as ghosts, born as ghosts      Born as ghosts, a warning, you sufferers   Begin to speak our word   Born as ghosts, a warning, you sufferers   Begin to speak our word      Born as ghosts, a warning, you sufferers   Begin to speak our word   Born as ghosts   We're the children born as ghosts   Born as ghosts, born as ghosts