The Innocence Of

Here I'll remain just for a while

Walking aimless desire

I don't need your mind

To dream about what could've been

It's all asinine

I'm leaning towards anything else

I finally hit the bottom of the well

Might as well

Why does living always feel like dying

Why does giving always seem like trying

It's too hard being hard

Is it worth it at all

Is it worth it at all

I try to step out

And think for myself for once

But which voice do I listen to

Cut it out of yourself

Cut it out, cut it out

Omit the things that you hate

Cut it out, cut it out

I detest this thought, just this thought

I never mentioned this before

Black teeth fade, pools salivate

Until the bluntness fades

From the mother I know

When she lays against landscape

And falls in place

And the love light cannot grow

You remind me of her

When she degrades herself

You remind me of her

Cut it out of yourself

Cut it out, cut it out

Omit the things that you hate

Cut it out, cut it out

I detest this thought, just this thought

I never mentioned this before

Cut it out of yourself

Cut it out, cut it out

Omit the things that you hate

Cut it out, cut it out

I detest this thought, just this thought

I never mentioned this before

The innocence of the sheep and the flock

Been picked off one by one

The innocence of the sheep and the flock

Been picked off one by one

The innocence of the sheep and the flock

Been picked off one by one

The innocence of the sheep and the flock

Been picked off one by one

The innocence of the sheep and the flock

Been picked off one by one

The innocence of the sheep and the flock