You say you need clarity. Salvation or exemption, which ever comes first. And I know you’re pinning me with the execution, but I’ll follow you to the depths of the ocean. It wont be long. So put your best dress on we’re gonna dance, dance, dance amongst the ones who’ve done us wrong, you know. I’ve got a six shooter tango and a ballroom floor, now its make or break. You say you need time to breathe, but R.L. Stine would be jealous of the goosebumps you’re reading on my arm. It’s time for a showdown theres no backing down, it wont be long. The fireworks that are lighting up this room are shining. They’re bleeding red. As the spot light shines on us their guts are spilling and muttering words that these halls have never heard before.