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Verse 1
Born into a country
Lost in constant insanity
The children look

Out at the ruins 

Of what they were taught
Was a great nation
We have become
Mass shootings
Their very lives 
Threatened daily
Always in danger
Just by going to school

Or by simply being

Who they feel they were
Born to be
While looking at us
Wondering
How we can still call 

Any of us free

Chorus

We are the children

Drowning in your vision
Of a country

Supposedly free
That never seems to care
About you or me
Innocent but not blind
We just want to know why

Verse 2
Can't play outside
Without someone
Asking why

Or worse
Depending on

Which creep gets to us first
So we stay inside
And hide in our 
Internet lives
Then get yelled at for
Never wanting
To go outside
Please can someone
Just make up their mind
Apart our world
Is always falling
Adults pretend we just don't see
But we see everything
So somebody please

Tell us how this
Is supposed to be
Our land of the free

Chorus