Idyll's Legacy

The fear of the stranger
 Hands on thumb screws
 Soon we'll see
 What became of you
 The watcher waits for evidence
 As he turns on the lights
 Sure he can't say
 Could it be for real?
 So I obey
 These visions I can't tell
 And I will wash my hands of it
 Renounced to feel
 I will wash my hands of it
 Show pretended shame
 Just to suffice
 Say, you play the
 Game, just like we do
 Idyll's legacy
 Good intentions ought to be
 Soon we'll see, soon I'll play
 Good intentions make my day
 Learned ignorance
 Learned innocence
 Tools of unwitting bane
 Hands are hidden, actions are for real
 So I obey
 These visions I can't tell
 And I will wash my hands of it
 Renounced to feel
 I will wash my hands of it
 Show pretended shame
 Idyll's legacy
 Good intentions ought to be
 Soon we'll see, soon I'll play
 Good intentions make my day
 Sorrow's bane, makes my day