The Innocents
Where shall this lead me, if I'm alone
The innocence will purify (me)
The innocents will never die
YThe sufferer gets indignent, 'cause it's based on a mistake
I feel loftiness inside, when I approach the truth.
Victims are the innocents, remorse tortures them,
They contemplate things from above, know the coy men's revenge
Want to be prophets and wonder-workers, to live like an ignorant recluse,
To believe in times, when they don't lacerate their wounds.
The innocence will purify (me)
The innocents will never die
Victims are the innocent