In the cold of morning before the rooster dawnOffer him a blind fold, one last bit of songNo more scattered pieces, no more counting falls andRunning into wallsHe was but a baby, a little less than smallAlready up and running as if to hear a callJust a little human child, barely broken from the wildRunning Into wallsGet an education, learn the rules of the gameMoney and salvation, donât we know its all the sameAlong comes another human child.Feeling hungry, feeling wildRunning into walls.Some of us are lucky, born on the good side of the lineBut everyone wants that candy, for some itâs harder to resignAlong comes a human child, Mad & hungry going wildRunning into wallsCHORUS:He found himself a gun, power for the killPower in the blood, hey this is not for funJust a little human childBarely broken from the wildRunning into wallsIn the cold of morning before the rooster dawnOffer him a blind fold, one last bit of songNo more scattered pieces, no more counting fallsRunning into walls