Control of the marked

Branded by your schoolyard fire
A long time ago
I walk through war-torn ruins of the past
And I never want to go back
I see you now
Today's Generals
Molding young impressionados
But who molds the molder?
Don't you look over your shoulder
To see your demons chasing you
They'e in the things you can't control
The wild ones, the dreamers, the misfits
But the ones who scare you most
Are the ones to elusive to label
BNecause a master cannot claim mastery
Over a dog he cannot call