It's gross this loss of jaded sanity
Days are found recalling vanity
The guise, the poise serving solitude
Days are found plating gratitude
Arena, I seen her misdemeanour, in the corner
A mural watching children screaming
Running running running running running run
The face, the grace of this attitude
Make mistakes onto platitudes
The race, the case the boys are innocent
These mistakes buy new testaments
Arena, I seen her misdemeanour, in the corner
A mural watching children screaming
Noble watchmen guard the children
A mural watching children screaming
Running running running running running run
All the boys are innocent, lonely
All the boys are innocent, lonely
All the boys are innocent, lonely
