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Children's lives don't matter (Death of the American dream)

He polishes his weapon...
an AR15
This time it's not a joystick in his hands

His face is unflinching...
full of contempt
his black heart belies any feeling

Bridge 1
In dead of night...he plans...his body count
without a care...loading magazines
he puts his conscience on hold

Entering the schoolyard...bullets release his wrath
Slaughtering the children like a psychopath
Is he pure evil...or has he lost his mind?
We'll know the answers in due time


Chorus
A small survivor...barely a teen
is still alive, but, has been battered
Is this the death of the American dream?
Seems like children's lives don't matter


He polishes his weapon...an AR 15
this time it's not a joystick in his hands
He carries his weapon...an AR 15
slaughtering the children like a psychopath

Bridge 1
In dead of night...he plans...his body count
without a care...loading magazines
he puts his conscience on hold


Chorus
A small survivor...barely a teen
is still alive, but, has been battered
Is this the death of the American dream?
Seems like children's lives don't matter

Is this the death of the American dream?
Seems like children's lives don't matter
Is this the death of the American dream?
Seems like children's lives don't matter...

Seems like children's lives don't matter...
Seems like children's lives don't matter...

repeat and fade

John Derek Hamilton
March 22, 2018

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