Children Of Filth

Hanagorik

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The old shirts full of holes
Tanned bodies under the sun shining
The feat hurter like Jesus
Those are our children playing

They can not see another world
There’s nobody to show that
Only a place full of shit
Those are our children learning

Natural strength survivors
Crashed fates under controls
Secret silent in their smiles
Secret dreams behind that

Give me love I’m shivering
Give me hope I’m dying
I’m a child, I’m the future
Give me a deepest smile

Like an alms

Those hands are dirt enough
To fell what they miss
Nobody wants to touch it
Those our children wishing it

Doesn’t matter their names
One by one they’re gone way
Flying with kites to where?
Those are our children leaving us