Let me sing you a song of All of our grieves and fears come alive Of childhood nightmares wearing flesh And living in horror stories while you thrived Innocence was the first part of the soul to die Eyes pleading for you to just do something The rest was as eager to follow since Evil always triumphs when good men do nothing The world will try to break your heart A dozen times by the end of the week Starving your eyes of tears became an art It's weeding out the innocent with the weak Time is the cruellest of concepts A spectator as unyielding as it is unforgiving Only when you are hurting to the point of almost giving up You know you have been truly living The thieves of innocence Are ever present In silence they're watching Waiting Hungering And taking...