System Of A Down

And the little boy stared
Into the eyes of the night
Button collects price of his time
Little girl glared
Sheets of the denial
The bullets connects to the price of her crime
What have we said
Wasn't it their bed
What of our presence
Haven't we paid penance
To the new guns
Now the little boy sees
Through the eyes of delight
Levers erect note of his rhyme
Little girl bled
Sheets of the night