Metal swing sets standing still
Pie cooling on a window sill
We all live in this perfect place
We're robots, not the human race
Empty playgrounds. No kids here
Everyone has disappeared
No screaming, shouting, running 'round
Nothing can fill this empty sound
We all know nothing's alright
We know not to go out at night
They will take us; Kill us all
And we would like to see them fall
Broken see-saws, broken slides
No colour in the blackened skies
No death, no life, no summer rain
Our perfect world is gone again













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