Save the cold water falling 
Across this child’s legs 
His grant will open up to him 
And swallow his disgrace 
He will go down there and suffer 
He will suffer like a lamb 
His suffering is holy 
But his innocence is dead 
Yea, his innocence is dead 

Hacrene fire is falling 
Mistrial to his grave 
And he will wonder pointlessly 
When no memories are saved 
The history is buried 
Deep beneath the ground 
We have never burned with pain or joy 
And we’ve never blamed ourselves 
No, we’ve blamed ourselves 
We’ve never blamed ourselves 
No, we’ve blamed ourselves