breathe our dear children they re turning blue smoke in their lungs please breathe they re just children finding out that whores bring sores breathe our dear children they re turning blue smoke in their lungs please breathe they re just children finding out that we all die smile pale green eyes we re breeding suicide let me take what you despise and paint it grey when we count the mistakes all the moments awake when you count all these stars when it s gone too far i think it s time i burn this city washed clean and slain we love our sheep we love to look the other way washed clean and slain we love our sheep we love to eat what we can t maintain