Crossed the river   He the chosen one   To deliver bullets   Wrapped in false endeavors   Paper-thin daydreams   Of heathens hanging in the breeze      Who shall see him?   We blindfolded and charged   With treason of the human heart condition   Squatter camp, and golden mansion   There is no genie's lamp      Where did the children go?      Come for now, it's my final hour   Come for now, what's sweet must turn sour   I remember how I threw it all away   And now it's gone   I should have kept it somewhere safe   Somewhere safe      Who shall save us?   We the Violence seeking Justice   For the price that we must pay for   In others' blood   I've seen their bible   It's written in our words      Where did the children go?