Birthmarks and Battlescars, inherited hatred, an enemy an anger, forged from the fears of your father, and the stories that he'd tell you, in the darkness of your bedroom, from the doorway silouhetted, like a saint soon to be martyred- The moon above, holds no [bad word]  with the sun that steals the morning, as the world sleeps, tides rise and reap, their retribution without warning- Handshakes and hallowed ground, the history of hunger, swords drawn our heros drown, as their demons drag them under, and the lies your teachers told you, in [bad word] of the classroom, [bad word] for asking questions, I hope you learned your [bad word] lesson