It was a flirt with the incidence of possibilities
There was a glow in your eyes, a kind of obsession.
When you gave us your dreams predicting the power of changeability,
It was the day when our soul was replaced by need for possession.

That's when the end of innocence began
It's when you've started the bizarre game.
That's when the end of innocence began
And we became the actors of the game.

Suddenly we strangled in the web of responsibility,
Entangled in vague promises of yesterday.
Your intentions went off the rails, people questioned our morality,
The pervasive keepsakes of the past didn’t go away.

That's when the end of innocence began
It's when you've started the bizarre game.
That's when the end of innocence began
And we were the actors what a shame.

Your vocation on cultivate indifferent casualties,
And this taste of frozen friendship don't makes us any stronger.
Why hiding in the dead end of cynical triviality?
When the confidence is gone, ignorance works no longer.

That's when the end of innocence began
It's when you've started the bizarre game.
That's when the end of innocence began
And we remain as spectators what a shame.

It was the fear of tomorrow, a lack of actuality,
That we searched facets of the solution in the past.
On our way back to the roots, on the lookout for simplicity,
We passed our hopes, visions, and dreams, is it all that matters?

That's when the end of innocence began
It’s when we start all over again.
That's when the end of innocence began
And we are a part of a new game.