Innocent Hell

I'm feeling well in your innocent hell
Dragging me down on our way home
Staying quietly behind a shield
Out of words remained unspoken
Not even one wishing well
Or any other story's to tell
We're sitting in a cage of reaction
Waiting for some uncontrolled motion
Few times we got the chance to laugh
Eyes were begging tears to get out
This trail of happiness you're trying to sell
Suits better than your last salvation
Pain is there for us to feel
Not to be a permanent deal
When hatred comes into our play
Forget about the things we could say
Not even one wishing well
Or any other story's to tell
We're sitting in a cage of reaction
Waiting for some uncontrolled motion