What is the spirit of being if, To kill with cold-blooded steel and then forget? It's a mystery to me, I know what I have seen It's a mystery to me, how can I just let it be? My innocence makes me sick My innocence, my ignorance Makes me sick Innocent Me ? Death incorporated, it's real People having no more than they can steal It's a mystery to me, I know what I have heard It's a mystery to me, I react as if I was dead My innocence makes me sick My innocence, my ignorance Makes me sick Innocent Me