On that day I found a new toy It was hidden in an old drawer I used to play with my cow boy guns This was cold and heavy
I wanted to play with my mum so I hide and when she came in I fired I fired I fired I
So he has hidden me All the truth about What happened on that sad day And I have grown up ignoring That I was guilty of the murder Then because of this My father went mad and he was shut up here in this mental home
Can innocence kill? How can pain appears From an innocent action Who's the victim and who's the murderer?
God! Why has this happened? He was only six My son killed her
God! Why has this happened? I was only six Can innocence kill?
Why? What is unreason? Perhaps isn't it a glimmer of light In the dreary monotony of a mentally ill
Isn't it a way to flee From the difficult reality of the world? But who can say? Nobody can judge what he doesn't know
Everything is allowed in an instant of madness Everything is allowed Everything Everything is allowed
