The danger live in the eyes
Whose will should protect
The hate live in the eyes
Whose will should love
And the childrens are suffering
Because they represent
That beauty that makes
So magnificent
Innocence
The knife be in the hands
Whose will should carees
And the childrens are suffering
Because they represent
That beauty that makes
So magnificent
Innocence
Violence marks all over your pure bodies
Marks of cruelty, marks of your own parents
Violence marks all over your pure bodies
Marks of cruelty, marks of your own parents
Innocence
Violence marks all over your pure bodies
Marks of cruelty, marks of your own parents
Violence marks all over your pure bodies
Marks of cruelty, marks of your own parents
Innocence