Besedila: Anacrusis. Tools Of Separation.

Where once was childlike simplicity
Now only remnants of blind ideals
This quality of innocence once tarnished
Is forever lost

It's lost, it's lost
Never to return
It's lost, it's lost

We turn our heads and show our backs
Burn bridges of communication
Throw away and cast aside
Shed these tools of separation

The complexities of maturity
Entangled in prejudice
I'm longing for this purity
Through envy and emptiness

It's lost, it's lost
And nothing remains of this childhood bliss
It's lost, it's lost

We turn our heads and show our backs
Burn bridges of communication
Throw away and cast aside
Shed these tools of separation

Where once was childlike simplicity
Now only remnants of blind ideals
This egocentric foolish pride
Never knowing happiness

It's lost, it's lost
Never to return
It's lost, it's lost

We turn our heads and show our backs
Burn bridges of communication
Throw away and cast aside
Shed these tools of separation