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Innocence Dead


Apparitions of my innocence appear to me Sincerely I can say I miss those days dearly Back when I was young and couldn't see the world clearly I'm screaming warnings to a ghost hoping that it's hearing me Imagine being nine and watching an angel die And seeing a daemon rise Empowered by all the lies infesting all of our lives I did my best to stop it Believe me I really tried Believe me I really tried Like a child inside the Garden of Eden I found the forbidden fruit and started eating Started tweaking Like my high had just started peaking And all of a sudden I felt myself begin to weaken Like I was coming down And I was coming down hard Like a crash landing My soul panicked I began to act frantic I was conscious of these monsters That carry choppers And gun down coppers I idolized what they accomplished So young and my soul so tarnished When I step in front of God for judging can I ask for a plea bargain In His honor I never meant to show dishonor Forgiveness that's what your all about Isn't it Father Maybe if I knew you better I wouldn't have to ask Maybe if I could see my future I wouldn't worry about my past So much blood my life is stained red So many tears that I refuse to shed Because of pride I chose not to cry This is everything I took in the day that my innocence died
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