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Oh, I wish sometimes that I could see beyond the veilInto the outskirts of the cities I'd never dare declare my homeOh, I wish sometimes I could be free of the beast that resides within meI only want somewhere to call my ownThey say different must be evil, they're so scared of the unknownAnd the sheets of glass I break shatter as I moanInto the empty corners of the chairs that they vacateAnd I wish to God I knew their real stateAnd I wish to God I knew their real stateBecause outside can work, while inside diesAnd I hate myself for not being more surprisedI often covet blessings they throw awayI'd love to be naive again, I'd love to be naive againOh, I wish sometimes that we could truly be our ownThere once was a time I thought grass only grew from seedsOh, I wish sometimes I could break your boundariesAnd those of the bloodthirsty people that are less human than weedThey say different must be evil, they're so scared of the unknownThat they can't bear to trace the patterns that let themselves be wovenInto the empty corners of the chairs that they vacateAnd I wish to God I knew their real stateAnd I wish to God I knew their real stateSongtexteBecause outside can work, while inside diesAnd I hate myself for not being more surprisedI often covet blessings they throw awayI'd love to be naive again, I'd love to be naive againThe hatred is so verbal but the revenge is notThe vengeance that so stuns me belies all the things they got one dayOh, they believe angels fall from the skyTo tidy up the bloody mistakes that they never let lieParanoia grips us all, there must be no escapeMaybe the bigoted thinking might just be the only wayI wish I could more describe but I can't fill a pageWithout the besotted monsters coming to take me awayBecause outside can work, while inside diesAnd I hate myself for not being more surprisedI often covet blessings they throw awayI'd love to be naive again, I'd love to be naive againI'd love to be naive again, I'd love to be naiveI'd love to be naive, I'd love to be naive again. Aus Songtexte Mania