The Children

We are children and we'll give you trouble
if we don't like what you're doing
and we think that it is wrong
Now we are satisfied, but when we are not
We are taking lives and making (drones, what? Chris.. Mr. Keating. Please help)

(huhhhhhhhhhhhh' ?)
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We are children, not the youth, not kids
and it's not time to pretend
My friend this might just be the end
Shadow life that sits outside your door
We live inside your walls, beneath your floors

(help here too)
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