Lesson one, aim your gun, learn the art of k**ing Childhood past, die is cast, be ready & be willing The child believes the cause is just, the reasons for it true And knowing not of childhood, what else is there left to do Born in Chaos Now you're ten, war again, fighting's your tradition Aim your gun, k** the one, fail not is your mission The child believes the cause is fair, the reasons for it right And never tasting freedom, what is there to do but fight Born in Chaos Just a boy, with his toy, deal in retribution Aim your gun, watch them run, from your execution The child believes the cause is good, it comes from god divine And never knowing wisdom, dreams of truth & d**h sublime Born in Chaos