Lyrics

Our innocence was such a gift We traded it to feel in charge A holy curse was set in place We honour it without regard A warning sign was sent to us The audience will laugh at you The righteous few will float above We can't amend, the rains have come Oh my, children Oh my, children! Draw near my sons There's no audience for pleasing here today Draw near my sons Though your sentiment will pass me all the blame Today we erase and restart Aaaah, aaah aaah aaah, aaah aaah aaah Aaaah, aaah aaah aaah, aaah aaah aaah Aaaah, aaah aaah aaah, aaah aaah aaah Aaaah, aaah aaah aaah, aaah aaah aaah Aaaah, aaah aaah aaah, aaah aaah aaah Aaaah, aaah aaah aaah, aaah aaah aaah