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.