We gather in the home of the shadows In silent consensus we sign the agreement Instinctively, we discover each other Similar kinds of minds like my own The shameful few The shameful few Who will believe you? You're only a child The look exudes a kind of sad seriousness The serious tone gives a kind of a distorted sound I confess to make it easier for all of us Obviously my family needs to be protected from me Believing I would die with our secrets Believing that we all were enjoying our way of living It was our little perfect world and I was God To become a consumer you have to contribute The shameful few The shameful few Who will believe you? You're only a child Virgin bodies of men kindled the flame of love The typical reaction when these kinds of minds get disclosed Regret, guilt and anguish buried deep inside Almost like a child caught being very naughty You ask if I understand what I have done wrong If I know the gravity of my deeds What is wrong? What is right? Who decides? Define the word wrong so I can understand It does not conflict with nature and God is nature The shameful few The shameful few Who will believe you? You're only a child