Innocence has long been dead
In the forest getting off our' heads
When will the constant fighting ever end?
He asks himself in this constant dread
The feeling comes and goes sometimes
The kind that forces you not too cry
Remember the days we all got high
Dont be afraid dear timid butterfly
Innocence has long been dead
Ever since I seen her asking it
By little malnourished Mayanate
He ponders why its making him so upset
The feeling comes and goes sometimes
The kind that forces you not too cry
Remember the days we all got high
Dont be afraid dear timid butterfly