The Heap Of Meaning

Erased the stains
The shades of heinous thoughts
Are carried by the wind
Victory turned dire
Our childish doom craved us dead
What we could do to avoid this hecatomb?
All was done for significance, you know
Unfelt the threat
We took it as an urge
You've been always right
We always fool

Joy turned upside down
Our secret's now revealed
Come see the heap of meaning
See all the blood we spilt

Remembering days of massacre
Few children facing emptiness
Grim, dreadful, the demons we were us
We killed our innocence for good

Joy turned upside down
Our secret’s now revealed
Come see the heap of meaning
See all the blood we spilt

Remembering days of massacre
Few children facing emptiness
Grim, dreadful, the demons we were us
We killed our innocence for good

The wishes we adopted
Made us grow apace
The bloody taste of triumph
Consumed us from within