In "Innocent," Fuel mourns a past self that was never prepared for how life would harden. Pleasure proves empty, joy fades, and the future brings being bought and sold rather than the freedom once assumed. The plea to Satan and angels frames a desperate bargain, trading every life for just one right choice. Confession stalls while the next sin is already forming, yet the repeated memory of innocence keeps the longing for redemption alive.
Innocent Lyrics by Fuel
Satan, you know where I lie
Gently I go into that good night
All our lives get complicated
Search for pleasure’s overrated
Never armed our souls
For what the future would hold
When we were innocent
Angels, lend me your might
Forfeit all my lives to get just one right
All those colors long since faded
All our smiles are confiscated
Never were we told
We’d be bought and sold
When we were innocent, yeah
Yeah, this prayer is for me tonight
This far down that line and still ain’t got it right
Oh, and while confessions not yet stated
Our next sin is contemplated
Never did we know
What the future would hold
Or that we’d be bought and sold
When we were innocent, innocent
When we were innocent
