Was it for purpose or obligation?
To rip the happiness from those homes to insure your own salvation
When you're walking a thin line between ignorance and confusion
You won't know the difference between a cycle and a revolution
I've been counting the inches in that giant step back
When love is on the line
Circled in blue or black
The history books won't forget to tell of this embarra**ment
These closets have been closed too long;
There's no more room for your skeletons