You want me to tell you, it's over
no more blood or useless death

It'll never happen again
wasted and worthless the breath

A fluke and a twist of bad fate
a fool with bullets, a gun

The child petulant reviled
but dangerous, down, too each one

Where O where are the parents?
the idiot creators of hell

Making up creatures and monsters
yet not recognizing their smell

So do as you wish, be ye righteous
and believe that all children are mild

Hold too the notion of innocence
but all demons created
go wild