Oh, to see that it's clearTo breathe in, out, in, outTo compress that guilt and miseryTo have a lack of sympathyGet your foot inside the doorQuietly and inconspicuouslyTo harbor all that weightWater wasteOf an echoI guess ignorance is blissThere's so many of us, so many of usTo show that it's clearTo shut the door to hang a strideDoes it pay to be privy?To harbor all that hateWater wasteOf an echoOf an echoOf an echoOf an echoA policy to silenceA spine you've never hadClueless and cruelClueless and cruelTo harbor all that heightWhat a wasteOf an echoOf an echoOf an echoOf an echoOf an echo
