I am no longer visible
Head below the water
I close my eyes but still see
Pictures of the slaughter
Another bloody slaughter
They said the children had to die
These days I am too volatile
Take it out on you
I cannot even fall asleep
But what else can I do?
Oh, what else can I do
The children always have to die
GUITAR SOLO
I seem to be too vulnerable
To guilt and to the shame
I cannot face another day
When every day's the same
Every day's the same
If the children have to die
Why do the children have to die?
(x a few)
SUPER-IMPOSE SOUND OF MARCHING BOOTS
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