Children’s hearts are frozen cold, their skin so softly peeling from the sun. All they need to fight for this cause is a freshly emptied mind and a gun. Hearts of coal and tongues of ice your twisted little training has begun. All they need to fight for this cause is a freshly emptied mind and a gun, a gun. [CHORUS]: Your world is my chalkboard, little devil. Somewhere in your mangled little psyche you are feeding this malignancy and now you know no boundaries you answer to me, look into my eyes and tell me, “Yes sir, yes sir”. Somewhere in the deadest of the seas, I’ll show you a reality and cleanse you of all semblance of a youth, look into my eyes and tell me, “Yes sir, yes sir.” [CHORUS] All they need to fight for this cause is a freshly emptied mind and a gun (2X) [CHORUS]