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)
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
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