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I know what children are and what they will be; they will be dead.
Promises made in their heads. And I won't care; I'll be in the air.
Particles on a mission of peace. Wipe out the human race.
Sleep indoors and never leave a trace.

I'm afraid of what they'll say. As I lift them out of their graves.
Little children crawling up my legs. And holding backing my arms.
Reshaping my face. Into the eyes of the world.
Repeating everything we have done.

So we never began. So we never began.
So what we never began. So what we never began.
So what if we never began? So what if we never began?