I was born a victim to circumstance, time and chances cold. I believe we were carried by the push and pull, the flood of fools and their lives To wage a battle on the poor. Falling from our ranks, deserting, Withdrawing from our fates, retreating, Falling from our ranks, deserting To the marching of drums, belief goes on; A life admonished and loathed. I would sit with [unintelligible] That the actions chosen forever burden the soul. And [unintelligible] our brothers back home. Falling from our ranks, deserting, Withdrawing from our fates, retreating, Falling from our ranks, deserting To the marching of drums, belief goes on; A life admonished and loathed.