Children carry out your voice--it really matters. Carry on about your fight and who it shattered. The bled are strewn around, and they will kick a man when he's down. Children carry out your voice it really matters. We are never right. We are forever wrong. And I believe, as you ran inside, we are good enough to be true. Children rise from this with forty words and forty fists. Carry on around their hopes before they're broken. If the people live in doubt, and scream no way out, way out, way out, way out! Simply carry out your voice that's all that matters. We are never right. We are forever wrong. And I believe, as you ran inside, we are good enough to be true. And we don't want to know everything. We want to know one thing. Only tell us where the blood is; we will clean it up. We are never right. We are never wrong. And I believe, as you ran inside, we are good enough to be true.