Seems Like Children's Lives Don'T Matter
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
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2018
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