Somewhere In These Private Minds,

The Last One Comes Just In Time To

Clear Out The Chambers And Sew Up The Lips,

'cause That's The Price To Pay

For Hoping Every Slip's Not A Slide.



In Other Words Not To Get It Wrong,

It's Pointless To Walk When Its Past Time To Run

Secured Under The Weight Of Watchful Eyes,

Lulled To Sleep Under Clear Expansive Skies.



Somewhere In These Prying Hearts

Conflicting Histories Tear Us Apart

And We Hope We Don't Get What We Deserve,

Hide Behind The Targets In Front Of

All The People We Serve.