Children, children everywhere
None to see, none to care
Zombies roam
Mouths foam
No more play
Time to hide
Time to runaway
The end is near
So my dear
Run in fear
Or you will die
And none shall cry
Children, children everywhere
None to see, none to care
Zombies roam
Mouths foam
No more play
Time to hide
Time to runaway
The end is near
So my dear
Run in fear
Or you will die
And none shall cry
"You kept saying that you would never die, that you would live forever. But here you are, and here I am. Isn't it funny? I'm here to take your soul. Did I mention, I love my job? Oh right! I never to...