Gather 'round the stone. You're too young to know. That you're too young to go. There's no freedom to be found. Lying face up in the ground. Gather 'round the stone. Ashes from an unfinished life. Are all that's left. In a tear-drop-shaped locket. Hanging from his mother's chest. Gather 'round the stone. You whip the back of freedom. ‘till it bleeds an oil stream. Then you sail down upon it. In your killing machine. Gather 'round the stone. Old men who send children. Off to die in vain. They will hear death's constant whisper. Call remember my name. Gather 'round the stone