The Meaning of the Ritual

My love is selfish

And I bet that yours is too

What is this peculiar thing called truthMy love is selfish

And it cares not who it hurts

It will cut you out to satisfy its thirst

For the meaning of a ritual so habitual

and cursedMy love is selfish

How it separates the earth

It takes every shiny stone but leaves the dirt

For the cowards in the corner who just don't know what they are worthThey have been twisted by a hollow kind of pain

I can see it in their eyes but I ignore it everydayBecause my love is selfish

And it remembers everything

Like the first time it was moved enough to singHow it dangled on that stage just like a puppet on a string