What is the spirit of being if
To kill with cold-blooded steel and then forget?
It’s a mystery to me, I know what I have seen
It’s a mystery to me, how can I just let it be?
My innocence makes me sick
My innocence, my ignorance
Makes me sick
Innocent me
[?] death incorporated, it’s real
People having no more than they can steal
It’s a mystery to me, I know what I have heard
It’s a mystery to me, I react as if I was dead
My innocence makes me sick
My innocence, my ignorance
Makes me sick
Innocent me
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