Toys

Frank has a secret, and he's too scared to keep it
The voice getting louder, is counting the hours
Don't take my toys away, we all have a price to pay
When this is over, and you'll know when it's over

Caitlyn is curious. Sometimes she's furious
She likes the smell and sound, of the new toy she found
It's not that she's evil or even that she thinks more
Than the average 8 year old. She just wants a toy to hold

Marcus and Stephen, they need to get even
They're sick of the laughter, but the silence comes after
They take their toys to school, to the kids in the locker rooms
Then they'll be famous, for something so heinous

I hear the choir over the fire
The blessed and sacred, just can't match the hatred
It isn't the first time and it won't be the last time
That freedom will leave us to pick up the pieces

Illness and anger, or "Didn't know Better"
Manic behaviors, Just don't blame the Toymakers