September skies,

Bodies falling

Never again will you catch me admiring

Those vast september skies.



October skies,

Hate is flying.

Crimson leaves slowly falling

From azure october skies.



Time to kill our children

And sing about it.

Let's all kill our children

And sing about it.



November skies,

Heart is sinking.

No telling where they're leading

These grey november skies.



Time to kill our children

And sing about it.

Let's all kill our children

And sing about it.



December skies, star will be rising.

Will we heed those lessons ringing

Through those dark december skies.



Time to kill our children

And sing about it.

Let's all kill our children

And sing about it.