We are the Children

We are the children
mocking over me
i see those lights in
my own insanity
watching you in your house
i will bleed from my mouth
acting in a will of pain
making my heart old drain
every day my love is lost
making me as a secret soft
waiting in this cold world
eating me as my mind will twirl
Fire, i break it down
seeing me in the sinful crowd
Die, i must not give
this temptation will only sin
Will, is the thing we need
never letting my grave see
You, i die to see
your face, i want it to