Album: Beauty In The Curve
My brother came into my home
And he left with something that I own
Tell me, who is my enemy, who is my friend?
They look the same until I let them in.
There's a thief at the door
The house of god is a franchise now
Every kind of practice the people allow
Nature knows: look at the honey bee
One day we just might collapse
Like a colony
Cause there's a thief at the door
These are the days when hearts grow cold
These are the ways that we're bought and sold
Slaves to something that we don't know
But we say more, more
It's a relative world for the modern man
But who makes a pearl out of shifting sand?
Not the thief at the door
I'm gonna wash my hands
I'm gonna guard my heart
He's all over this land
Just like a mini mart
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