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.