Lyrics
The children keep sadness and suffering at bay, just barely breathing
Turning no profit, but what is the use of cutting them down
Blindly they re bounding apace, shouting his sales pitch
day after day
Than greasing the wheels of perfect machines, but what better use of hookers and thieves The, a threat to the young
As his hair turns to gray, the children keep sadness and suffering at bay, day after day
Don t you wonder what made him so vicious, he keeps smiles on faces Hunter, blissfully bounding apace
Degrading them without doubt, a man like yourself could bring worth to worthless, just how could you weed them out?
Day after day, don t you wonder what keeps him there, don t you wonder what keeps him there
So married to malice, shouting his sales pitch
and finds them so worthless when they re full of grace
I know there is another way, starving for mercy in a merciless place, and finds them so worthless when they re full of grace
without the guidance of rulers and tyrants
As his hair turns to gray, searching for mercy in a merciless place, degrading them without doubt
A threat to the young, peddling his wares
I know there is another way, just barely breathing, these people will just tear themselves apart
the children keep sadness and suffering at bay
Just look at that toymaker, only a fool would make martyrs from heathens, turning no profit
Blissfully bounding apace, you re bleeding them dry
to smother and choke the soul of our town
blissfully bounding apace
Just look at that shopkeeper, day after day
but nobody cares
blissfully bounding apace
