Faces have gone, ways have passed
Some things are wrong. Some wrong things last
There's a lack of being
Take the color from meaning
Homestead on fire, fire in the eye
A look to conspire, sudden and wry
There's a lack of seeing
Change the outcome you're feeling
Jill in the box, jilted and dry
Homo Ferox boyfriend on high
There's a lack of meaning
Make the ending revealing
For plow and hearth, for table nigh
Regress to the past, disband what's right
There's a lack of being
Make the purpose demeaning
Faces have gone, ways have passed
Some things are wrong. Some wrong things last
There's a lack of being
Take the color from meaning