Behind the childWe'll be pureWe'll be saintBehind the childWe'll be pureWe'll be whiteNow that he knows what I feelNow he knows what I'm inSweet or sweetest vampireIt's only checking my mindIt's only burning my voiceOnly choosing my choiceRobbing a jungle for playLike a snake I'm growingBehind the childI'll be badI'll be madBehind the childI'll be wild like a childLike a snake I'm growingBehind the childWe'll be pureWe'll be saintBehind the childWe'll be pureWe'll be whiteNow everything is brought upYou know what I feel and then you know what I say, I say...Dream what you know want to beI know what you feelBehind the childWe'll be pureWe'll be saintBehind the childWe'll be pureWe'll be white