Verse 1 Their bodies are frail and the souls are too helpless To endure this pain – all around’s so healthless They are living their lives Pain is all they’ll inherit Their lives are too bitter And that’s all our “merit”
In the cramped world that’s sick With our weird ideas What’s waiting for them? – It is not really clear As an impact on them of this adult corruption Children draw in their pictures only death and destruction
Pre-Chorus Someone’s damned, dirty lust Children pain, piercing shout The got-used are grown-ups, All the others are out Can you see: our ships right now’re running aground Our children are aim. Go ahead – look around!
Chorus I
Children are targets Of adult ambitions Children are hostages Of eternal traditions Of our avidity and the rest evil flaws Adult games they are playing, But their death it will cause
Verse 2 And they no longer care: Someone’s fright, someone’s tears. They’re hunting you down One emotion – they sneer. And the price of your life – Just the cost of a drug-dose They’ll tear you to pieces To get money for fixes They will choose their victim For the torturous killing And that’s all just for fun - Nothing more they are feeling They won’t spare your life They will take their loot No sense crying for mercy They’re becoming just brutes
Pre-Chorus Childhood’s full of dreams, Hopes and no evil twists Childhood is the world That no longer exists Can you see: our ships Right now running aground And a great storm begins Go ahead! Look around!
Chorus II
Children are killers, we are the targets Just senseless fury – we are the puppets Life was cruel, life was so ruthless to them They are the victims with hope of becoming hangmen!
Pre-Chorus How can we estimate children’s hopes, their dreams? What can we leave to them except for those ailing seams? Can you see our ships right now’re running aground? We can’t stop ourselves – we are breaking the bounds!
Chorus III Children are targets – children are killers! Time’s running out – no longer they hear us What will you see there, when you look at their eyes? It was just windy – but terrible storm there will rise!