The fear of the stranger
Hands on thumb screws
Soon we'll see
What became of you
The watcher waits for evidence
As he turns on the lights
Sure he can't say
Could it be for real?
So I obey
These visions I can't tell
And I will wash my hands of it
Renounced to feel
I will wash my hands of it
Show pretended shame
Just to suffice
Say, you play the
Game, just like we do
Idyll's legacy
Good intentions ought to be
Soon we'll see, soon I'll play
Good intentions make my day
Learned ignorance
Learned innocence
Tools of unwitting bane
Hands are hidden, actions are for real
So I obey
These visions I can't tell
And I will wash my hands of it
Renounced to feel
I will wash my hands of it
Show pretended shame
Idyll's legacy
Good intentions ought to be
Soon we'll see, soon I'll play
Good intentions make my day
Sorrow's bane, makes my day