Rotten, yes, it's through and through

Trash the old, and bring in the new

Children now used as mere toys

In a sick game for girls and boys

Just lives to cut, tear, and flay

One slow motion, sad decay

Taught what to think and what to do

They all aged but they never grew

They scream of hate and of fear

Then they break, beat, kill, and cheer

Breathing, but never living

Taking, but never giving

One system granted paradise

One furnace for the heat

One system brought destruction

One grinder for the meat

We could have been the light

We could have had it all

But this is the fall

We could have braved the night

We could have heard the call

But we're in the fall