All the empty bodies
Lined up against the wall
a Funeral procession
With Clinical precision
hundred, a thousand
Changed in days
Isolate the children
Make them - Like the rest
Our New world
Without hate
Our New world
Without fear
Our New world
In agony
Our New world
too Afraid to be free
Lined up against the wall
a Funeral procession
With Clinical precision
hundred, a thousand
Changed in days
Isolate the children
Make them - Like the rest
Our New world
Without hate
Our New world
Without fear
Our New world
In agony
Our New world
too Afraid to be free