Image of a Son

When you shot the bullet from the gun
 Made in an image of a son
 And you, who wouldn't, couldn't run
 Who will undo what you have done
 Where have we gone
 Where have we gone
 Where have we gone
 Gone wrong
 Where have we gone
 Where have we gone
 Where have we gone
 Gone wrong
 It seems the storm has come and gone
 Leaving no child left to run
 It's likely that the son will rise along
 We will no longer sing your songs
 Where have we gone
 Where have we gone
 Where have we gone
 Gone wrong
 Where have we gone
 Where have we gone
 Where have we gone
 Gone wrong
 Bending the thoughts to fit the mold
 Taking your thoughts before they're cold
 Giving you every reason to go numb
 Who will undo what they have done
 Where have we gone
 Where have we gone
 Where have we gone
 Gone wrong
 Where have we gone
 Where have we gone
 Where have we gone
 Gone wrong