Children

See them moving on the floor
Hear boom in your ears
Taste the drip go down your throat
Yet you still feel dead

See them moving on the floor
Hear boom in your ears
Taste the drip go down your throat
Yet you still feel dead

In this room, a weed amongst the bloom
Obsolete, this is no longer your scene

The kids don't want you around
You're not welcome
Your friends have moved to the 'burbs
To raise children

In this room, a weed amongst the bloom
Obsolete, this is no longer your scene

The kids don't want you around
You're not welcome
Your friends have moved to the 'burbs
To raise children

It's not in your mind
No it's not in your mind

It's not in your mind
No it's not in your mind



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Owen Bree
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