History Reshits Itself

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 was on the line, circled in with blue or black
The history books won’t forget to tell of this embarrassment
These closets have been closed too long
There’s no more room for your skeletons