| Death to the children, the ones that will grow up and take their places to self destruct. Kill them all before it begins, the internal bleeding, the external readings we'll do, watch them make our lives a living Hell as we grow old. And as so, they grow up, little time bombs of manifest destiny, little curious cannibals thats care for only theirselves, little monsters, little beast, a virus of people, a disease infesting the world. We'll be here, we'll be the earth, growing old, growing cold, they'll be growing up, and packing their pockets with gold. Greed will breed in the hearts of these children, after the dream fades and bitter reality gives them its poisioness bite. We'll be the ones that they strike. Kill the children of today, its the only way to save tomorow. Death to the immortal monsters that they are, decaying compassion is what we were, now and forever, looking into the future, now and forever, a blood filled taste of wicked endeavor. |
