born as ghosts
rage against the machine
of the children born as ghosts
shape the calm of the dawn
peering down into the basin
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
we're the children born as ghosts
one book and forty ghosts stuffed in a room
where home is a wasteland
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
we are the children born as ghosts
we're the children born as ghosts