The power of innocence Is such a simple power indeed Yet it still can obscure everything, casting the world into shadow Wanting to reach the light is not so simple Hidden so far beyond your grasp as you try to touch it Raising your hand so high, paralyzed in the sky But you are crouching low, as if you've fallen down
Prototype boy, you only live on for tomorrow Yours shall not become the tale that's passed on to the next generation But you'll find your solace at the brink of this hell And it suits you ever so much, an irony that's tragically part of you
Insidious silence Has served to herald every mistake, and the rip that exists in this world tears from the force of your guidance The gaze that is judging you Will show no mercy Even as you are trembling from the guilt that's inside you It will not even see blatant hypocracy Though that may be why you have made the choice to fight
Prototype boy, your heart is no longer within you Stolen by this drive that you have, this restlessness that always is growing Wreckages surrounding things that once were living And even your alternate self--your hidden soul is starting to see the truth And even so, I shelter you
The clashing of all these feelings inside Is ceaseless, and so you are starting to waver All the things you once believed have been decaying and you start to doubt Aren't they just the flawed and uncertain prototypes And what counts is you so your life should carry on In the end...you're starting to fade, you're starting to fade
Prototype boy, you only live on for tomorrow Yours shall not become the tale that's passed on to the next generation But you'll find your solace at the brink of this hell And it suits you ever so much, an irony that's tragically part of you
Prototype boy, your heart is no longer within you Stolen by this drive that you have, this restlessness that always is growing Wreckages surrounding things that once were living And even your alternate self--your hidden soul is starting to see the truth And even so, I shelter you