Children

Frozen teachers in the classrooms falling to the floor
Now they can teach no more
All the lit kids, the little riot infernos burning down the halls leaving the building in ashes
Their happiness is an irresistable infection spreading on all nearby
School is out forever
Joy, oh joy
All the lovely moms are in comas their children stand by in shock
The doctor pulls the plug and the children cried, their bitter floods washed away their optimism
Dismay, oh dismay
All the strong dads have holes in their heads
They blew themselves away
Their children are alone and afraid
The helplessness they feel, the quicksand of depression they fall into headfirst
Hell, oh Hell
All the little children go into their houses looking for answers
Their seething sorrow, their burning pain
They look through item by item in a tearful state
The children all find a gun
They collectively pick up the guns and drop to the floor
Blood, oh blood
All the neighbors came to see what happened
And every body was a melancholy answer
Surprise hits them like a boulder and they told everyone the news
Surprise, surprise
Childhood isn't always cute