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
