Closed doors are the world's only protection

From your evil ways

Poetry screams through the walls

Art escapes through your thoughts

Out your narrow window

You see vacant eyed boys

Pursuing virgins

Who have never felt the burn of a cigarette

Against their unkissed lips

Who stumble, slave to "non-alcoholic" beer

From your room, you see a boy, broken and bleeding

Lying alone on the street

For choosing the only love that's real

Through his eyes

You hear the chauvinists who hurt him

Speak lovely words to young girls

Shortly after bruising their porcelain skin

In the name of love

But all of this, in the angry eyes of liars

Is nothing

Beneath your sin

Of falling

Brushing by the wrong person

And voicing those feelings

A first and final time