Children playing
Have you seen my dog?
Will you show me where?
Come on in..Point the way..
Lock the doors, cover their mouth
Smile that satanic smile
Home you go
Into the room they go
Torture in your voice
Pain in your eyes
Morning comes showing,
Quiet white house
White picked fence
Hiding the horror
From the night before
Hiding the death
Of an innocent child

Written by
Michael Matthews