Artist(Band):98 Mute

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Delicate words from a small town preacher

Evil came visited us yesterday

A fit of madness no rhyme or reason

The innocent are always the one who pay

Whos left to deal with the consequences?

Whos going to pick up the broken pieces?

All homes arent guarded by white picket fences

How could you kill a child?

Another psycho sixteen gunshots

Ringing out on a kindergarten playground

A flood of tears from desperate mothers

Think of your own now youve really made her proud

Mommys angel fathers pride and joy

Will they mourn on the day of you hanging?

No they wont cry cheeks will stay dry

When the levers pulled and youre left dangling

Youll get what you deserve