Children Of The Grounds

There were too many years

Under spells awry

As the fortune appears

It begins to die

So I've come here to wait

For the end of it all

Till I'm gone from here

I'm gone from here

Children of the grounds

Are making warring sounds

For those outside

With no care for time

They're full of love for life

Mother calling out

To bring the end around

We weren't quite done

She blames it on the sun

We're raised in a town

Where they jump on your back and sing

Leave an imprint on your shoulder blades

Wanna walk away