Do You Know Where Their Children Are?
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โฑ๏ธ 1:44 duration
๐ ID: 31105236
๐ Lyrics
Do you know where their children are?
Do you care?
They're withering away on the desert plains
Rotting flesh in withering pain
Sickly skelatons who sleep in piss
Covered in flies and fucking shit
Do you care?
They're quarantined by a barbed wire fence
Filled with disease and a massive stench
There is no shelter they sleep on stone
They watch each other turn to bone
Do you care?
They're retarded zombies in a huddled mass
Left to rot like fucking trash
Attention drops as bodies mount
Too many victims to fucking count
Do you care?
They're withering away on the desert plains
Rotting flesh in withering pain
Sickly skelatons who sleep in piss
No human beings should have to live like this
Do you care?
Yet you know where their children are
You see the pain and the suffering from your lavishly furnished materialistic shithole
You cry crocodile tears for the poor, wretched children that inhabit the two-minute time slot between your favorite sitcoms that seem to make everything better
Why should you care, after all, they're not your children...
For now
Do you care?
They're withering away on the desert plains
Rotting flesh in withering pain
Sickly skelatons who sleep in piss
Covered in flies and fucking shit
Do you care?
They're quarantined by a barbed wire fence
Filled with disease and a massive stench
There is no shelter they sleep on stone
They watch each other turn to bone
Do you care?
They're retarded zombies in a huddled mass
Left to rot like fucking trash
Attention drops as bodies mount
Too many victims to fucking count
Do you care?
They're withering away on the desert plains
Rotting flesh in withering pain
Sickly skelatons who sleep in piss
No human beings should have to live like this
Do you care?
Yet you know where their children are
You see the pain and the suffering from your lavishly furnished materialistic shithole
You cry crocodile tears for the poor, wretched children that inhabit the two-minute time slot between your favorite sitcoms that seem to make everything better
Why should you care, after all, they're not your children...
For now
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.65] Do you know where their children are?
[00:09.42] Do you care?
[00:15.08] They're withering away on the desert plains
[00:17.62] Rotting flesh in withering pain
[00:19.86] Sickly skelatons who sleep in piss
[00:22.66] Covered in flies and fucking shit
[00:29.00] Do you care?
[00:30.25] They're quarantined by a barbed wire fence
[00:32.65] Filled with disease and a massive stench
[00:34.85] There is no shelter they sleep on stone
[00:37.64] They watch each other turn to bone
[00:44.00] Do you care?
[00:45.18] They're retarded zombies in a huddled mass
[00:47.77] Left to rot like fucking trash
[00:50.02] Attention drops as bodies mount
[00:52.64] Too many victims to fucking count
[00:59.18] Do you care?
[01:00.48] They're withering away on the desert plains
[01:03.02] Rotting flesh in withering pain
[01:05.45] Sickly skelatons who sleep in piss
[01:07.74] No human beings should have to live like this
[01:13.99] Do you care?
[01:14.44] Yet you know where their children are
[01:15.39] You see the pain and the suffering from your lavishly furnished materialistic shithole
[01:20.01] You cry crocodile tears for the poor, wretched children that inhabit the two-minute time slot between your favorite sitcoms that seem to make everything better
[01:25.32] Why should you care, after all, they're not your children...
[01:35.42] For now
[01:37.69]
[00:09.42] Do you care?
[00:15.08] They're withering away on the desert plains
[00:17.62] Rotting flesh in withering pain
[00:19.86] Sickly skelatons who sleep in piss
[00:22.66] Covered in flies and fucking shit
[00:29.00] Do you care?
[00:30.25] They're quarantined by a barbed wire fence
[00:32.65] Filled with disease and a massive stench
[00:34.85] There is no shelter they sleep on stone
[00:37.64] They watch each other turn to bone
[00:44.00] Do you care?
[00:45.18] They're retarded zombies in a huddled mass
[00:47.77] Left to rot like fucking trash
[00:50.02] Attention drops as bodies mount
[00:52.64] Too many victims to fucking count
[00:59.18] Do you care?
[01:00.48] They're withering away on the desert plains
[01:03.02] Rotting flesh in withering pain
[01:05.45] Sickly skelatons who sleep in piss
[01:07.74] No human beings should have to live like this
[01:13.99] Do you care?
[01:14.44] Yet you know where their children are
[01:15.39] You see the pain and the suffering from your lavishly furnished materialistic shithole
[01:20.01] You cry crocodile tears for the poor, wretched children that inhabit the two-minute time slot between your favorite sitcoms that seem to make everything better
[01:25.32] Why should you care, after all, they're not your children...
[01:35.42] For now
[01:37.69]