Marble Maze - The Young Knives

There is a tray of little objects

The names of which I have to repeat

After looking at them for only a moment

As the tray is covered over

I can remember many

Of the objects, of the objects

Though I can’t remember the things

That I don’t know

But the first one was a finger

That was pointing at a traitor

And the second was a penny

Given to me by my mother

And the third one was a plastic marble

Of only one color

That’s been melted and disfigurd

But I don’t remember anymor

The things that I don’t know

The things that I don’t know

The things that I don’t know

The things that I don’t know

The things that I don’t know

The things that I don’t know

The things that I don’t know

The things that I don’t know

Things that I don’t know