The vultures stagger above the incubators
And caw some gloomy and mournful-lullabies
Kill the kid
As the witches healthy and bearded
Centrifuge our clones to the bottom of their retorts
Kill the kid
In the school's ruins where burns a black board
A chalk broke writing: hope
Kill the kid
The machine guns already got back to their nests
Only a fly hums on the sleeping class
Kill the kid
Kill the kid
The warriors of absurd and hell fight
The delights of death under the iron of shame
Kill the kid
Beyrouth airport or Mozambique city
Very little one see blood flows at parties
Kill the kid
Sacrifice the children, shoot the poets
If you need all that blood to sustain your souls
Kill the kid
If you need all that blood to enjoy yourself at parties
Sacrifice the children, shoot the poets
Kill the kid
Some human wreck with a glance used by delirium
Carries on in his madness with a lyre-child's song
Kill the kid
And in his scaled eyes full of black visions
Desire changes into a swarm of scorpions
Kill the kid
Little doll broken in the dirty hands
Of ordinary putrid and rotten mire
Kill the kid
Now you're only the hostage the next victim
On the sickening altar of anonymous horror
Kill the kid
Sacrifice the children, shoot the poets
If you need all that blood to sustain your souls
Kill the kid
If you need all that blood to enjoy yourself at parties
Sacrifice the children, shoot the poets
Kill the kid
Kill the kid
Kill the kid
The vultures stagger above the incubators
And caw some gloomy and mournful lullabies
Kill the kid
While Abraham wild with sacrifices
Gives to his vengeful god his son's sob
Kill the kid
But the ovum hanging on to the woman's womb
Had already put his helmet on and took his flame thrower out
Kill the kid
Be careful adult world useless and despondent
Tomorrow the kids armed, tomorrow the kids at last
Tomorrow the kids

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