What I would give to be a child again
What I would do to be wild and free
To be that naive
Pretending there's a man in the clouds
That there's still something that
Shrouds my mind
That still keeps me blind to the truth
But there is no going back
The veil was pierced by the
Cold-hearted blade of the
Cold, hard past that
Ignorance is a flower
Better left in the soil
Knowledge meant to empower
Leaves the petals to spoil
Once the bud is uprooted
It is left with no way to bloom
What could I give to have faith again
What could I do repay this debt
To rescind this bet
Against hircine existence
And true divine subsistence
I rue what I found
When no longer bound to my youth
But there is no growing young
The tale rehearsed and
Controlled by the grave
And retold by the tongue that
Ignorance is a snowflake
At the mercy of gravity
Knowledge meant to enlighten
Leads the snow to depravity
Once the ice is created
It is left to drift down to its doom
There is going back
There is no growing young
There is no going back
There is no growing young
There is no going back
There is no growing young
There is no going back
There is no growing young
No, there is no growing young