Branded, forced into exilenClinical routine, family union dissolvednAccused, abandonment, dead beatnAdmonished, siblings, severed values detachednnHear my children callingnLoud out to menI won't subscribe to a campaignnBent on tragedynnBuild to resist, build to resistnMy children I'll come for younnBonded, subculture formednAnguish, yearning fills painful spiritless voidnBlood flows vested strong and freenStarved from rightful tender physical resolvennMy children I'll come for you