when innocence made its final bow
violence loses its pain and becomes a formality
it seems less cruel somehow
and innocence is replaced by a sense of reality
but how real is this reality
when it is just a defence against an unwanted reaction?
is it not just another alternative reaction to the violence?
when left alone to speculate the answers
there can be none
my ears are closed
and i do not want to care
some words said in innocence (or not) can be deadly
but i have not died from those wounds
my innocence abandoned me years ago
mortal coils tangled around my mind
cursing the very soul of my existence
if the war should end now
the trenches and barricades would not be removed easily
if you have innocence in you
rejoice while it lasts
ignorance may not always be a bliss
especially in moments when you cannot be ignorant
i know where i stand
right at the epic-centre of the outskirts
near enough to know, far enough to leave
may we never know the answers
as i lock everything up
without innocence
violence seems easy
treatment seems routine
after all...
enough is enough