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Children's Hell
I see the kinds in the street,
With their lives at their feet,
As they wait for a shot,
Cause that's all that they've got.
They say they hate this world,
And they try to rebel,
But you created this,
You put them through this hell.
We've got war,
We've got hate,
In this world you create,
Where's the happy?
Where's the love?
All we do is push and shove.
