Mary

--- 1995-??-?? ---

SUMMARY DURATION DOWNLOAD
Dealing with an uncomfortable subject. This song should seriously creep you out. If not, then I did something wrong. Where do you even begin in trying to mend the damage done to the mind of a child? Abuse is a disease that is passed on down the generations, often from those who were once themselves innocent children abused. 5:32
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VERSE 1
	Mary stopped to smell the flowers.
		Mary lost track of hours.
VERSE 2
	A strange man came up to her.
		He said: "Ooooh, baby won't you come with daddy"
BRIDGE 1
VERSE 3
	Now, Mary didn't know this man at all so....
		She screamed and she cried for help.
VERSE 4
	Then he grabbed her by the wrist
		and he dragged her away.
	She was kickin' and a-screamin'
		and so afraid and......
BRIDGE 2
	....all the thoughts ran through
		her mind of how she'd
	never see her mommy or her
		daddy ever.....
	again......
	again......
	again......
	agian......
VERSE 5
	He thrust his needle into her,
		piercing her soft soul,
	injecting her veins with his disease,
		drugging her with the pleasure of self-hatred.
CHORUS 1
	Innocence gone......
	Innocence gone......
	Innocence gone......
	Innocence gone......
	Innocence gone, innocence gone.
	Innocence gone, innocence gone.
	Innocence gone, innocence gone.
	Innocence gone, innocence gone.
INSTRUMENTAL
VERSE 6
	And all the time as her tender little body was being
		crumpled like a wasted page ripped out of a typewriter
	in a story written by some demented author
		......she gazed into the sky.
VERSE 7
	Strangely detached and becoming numbed
		to the horror that was consuming her,
	pinned on her back by some bleeting pig, in disbelief
		she gazed into the clear blue sky.
CHORUS 2
	Innocence gone, innocence gone.
	Innocence gone, innocence gone.
	Innocence gone, innocence gone.
	Innocence gone, innocence gone.
BRIDGE 3
	The clear blue sky turned red....
	The clear blue sky turned red....
	....as her soul was pried open.
VERSE 8
	Now Mary doesn't smell the flowers.
		Mary just cries for hours.
	'Cause her soul's been ripped apart,
		the sky will never look the same.....
	again......
	again......
	again......
	agian......
CHORUS 3
	Innocence gone......
	Innocence gone......
	Innocence gone......
	Innocence gone......
	Innocence gone, innocence gone.
	Innocence gone, innocence gone.
	Innocence gone, innocence gone.
	Innocence gone, innocence gone.