Warchilds as symbols for the normal Used to realize another ones delusions See the faces of lost souls in the sky See the tears of children when they cry
Come on little child Throw away your toys Here is another one Fill you with joy Pull the trigger feel the heat Of the tattered and bleeding meat
I see them falling I see them crawling
For silence they are waiting They are forever damned Out on their own For whom are they searching For glory and fame Out on their own No one will ever see What they have seen Out on their own They're just fifteen years Old war machine Out on their out on their ownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
