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