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