Innocent you are, blissful ignorance, find peace in dreams.
You’re not a sinner yet, God knows it won’t be long, and I’ll love you more.
But you’ll pay for our fuck ups; humanity’s schemes.
Can I make some more money and buy back the trees? No?
It’s not that we’re to blame, but blame is a funny thing, in ignorance.
I’ll try to treat you well.
This hypocrite, he loves you more.
When I tell you that you should stop: don’t carry on.
When I tell you to pack it up: just put it away.
When I tell you to stand and fight: it's not too late.
By then I know you’ll be thinking,
“I wasn’t there for the fall!”
Well the world’s this way, rotting.
Each and every day, her people are sleeping.
When I tell you to stay awake:
I hope you’ll do your best to help me change.
Do you have to suffer for what we’ve done?
Do you have to suffer because I wasn’t there for the fall?