The little children

Capable of good and evil, so who'll lead you

Feed you to the beast cause politicians don't need you

Being a child is illegal, no bids, exam you pantin his ball eagle

Then two voices spoke;

We do, we bids in trouble and hunger

We bid for their life and lamb

When it get to be too many, we'll take care of them

Like I own, we'll hide 'em in secret places where no-one can hear they moan

Uh uh, I bid, I bid said the crowd just screamin

I bid for them all

I'll teach them a thou-sand things

To lie, to sneak, and to crawl

They'll sleep in my place like maggots

And if they work out like I want

It won't have to work ahaha

No, I'll bid you higher and even higher, if I have to

Said Chron with his wolf's grin

I love to lead the children

And all those nice paths of sin

They'll all budge up to steal

The great cities streets they'll feel

And they'll grow too old to pity

Just right for the cops to kill

Give +me+ the little children

You good, you rich, and you wise

And while the busy world spins around

While you shut your goddamn eyes

And your judges will all have work

And your lawyers will flat their tongues

And you jail goils and cops will be the fathers to your young

Hahahaha

Auction of your future