Children line up in the street
Throw their arms out to beg
For mercy soft and sweet
Do you ever see them?
Or stop to hear them cry?

I know how many knives
It took to color their eyes
And their parents who were pilgrims to a drug induced demise

Have you ever felt the things around you?
Ever seen them talk?

I know how many stories they can't ever tell
Crevice to corner and it spells "selfish"

You're all just sinners against your own religion
Waiting for more friction