Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Who's taking our children Not in alleys In classrooms In living rooms In bright daylight They disappear right in front of our eyes Homework half-finished Cartoons still playing Shoes by the door Blink And they're gone Vanishing where they're supposed to be safe Under posters that say "We care" The roll call calls their names Silence answers A backpack waits on a hook Nobody comes back for it [Chorus] Blink and they're gone We were looking We swear we were looking Just one more email One more call One more scroll Then the room went quiet Blink and they're gone Chairs still warm Beds still unmade Will we ever see them again Or just their faces on a screen at midnight [Verse 2] We sign the forms We trust the locks We trust the smiling stranger Wearing a badge and a lanyard and a script They say "It's protocol" They say "It's procedure" They say "That kind of thing Doesn't happen here" But it does In car parks In corridors In chat windows we never open Names added to lists Folders marked "Missing" As if they just misplaced themselves Down the back of the couch [Chorus] Blink and they're gone We were right there Weren't we right there Arguing about nothing While someone else was making plans Blink and they're gone Birthday gifts hidden in the closet Will we ever see them again Or only in photographs we can't look at [Bridge] Who's taking our children Is it people Is it systems Is it all the times we chose comfort over questions We teach them to trust But not when to run We teach them to share But not what they should never give away Look around Count them Count every head Every heartbeat Count what you still have Because blink And they're gone And the worst part is Somewhere Someone is counting on that blink [Chorus] Blink and they're gone We were busy being busy Filling silence with nothing While the air filled with absence Blink and they're gone And the echo keeps calling their names Will we ever see them again Or just in the nightmares we pretend we don't have
Tags
Spoken-word over sparse, ominous drones and distant pulses. Male vocals close-mic’d, dry and intimate, with breaths and mouth noises left in. Low piano hits land like heartbeats; faint reversed textures swell under key lines. The energy creeps from hushed, unsettled observation to a raw, accusatory climax, then collapses back into a whisper, leaving a long, hanging reverb tail on the final word., male vocals, spoken word
Duration
3:29
Instrumental
No
Created
2/17/2026