Where Do The Wild Things Go?

Where do the Wild Things go?
When the night is lost and the music slow.
Do they simply disappear
With the echoing throb of fear
And the beat of the street

Where do the Wild Things go?
When the day arrives with a soft, warm glow
They hide behind nights stale breath
Watch its helpless death
And the fall of it all.

Where do the Wild Things go?
When they've seen the cruel and wincing blow
That falls from a lonely hand
To punish the love that can't understand
That he's just the child that turned out wild.

Where do the Wild Things go?
Do they drift with the ebb and flow
Of burnt out minds and souless eyes
That sit, an uneasy disguise,
Of the kids that fight in the night.

Where do the Wild Things go?
It's in the eyes of those who know
They don't just fade out with the night.
So the culprits keep out of sight
their hands, their arms and the blood on their palms.