The rivalry the pathetic strife
You have fallen from grace
Oblivious to the axioms of life
You have fallen flat on your face

Born under a gun
Blind you run
Into the citadel of the fallen one

The accumulation of obstacles
The abandonment of principles
The intuitive understanding ignored
The animal let loose to win the war

Born under a gun
Blind you run
Into the citadel of the fallen one

The hunger for power
The demon that clutches at our souls
You are caught in its web
Alone now you cower
Inside you are barren and cold
The demon is fed

Born under a gun
Blind you run
Into the citadel of the fallen one