Skeletons in the Closet

Sly and cunning, always running
Hearts pounding, racing
Thumping
Thumping

Darkness saves you from the light
Urges onward
Fight
And fight

Hear them bound: shackles, chains
Attempt to imprison
No names
No names

Pale and dirty,
From the dungeons they crawl.
With all our backs turned
We stand proudly and tall.

A blow to the gut,
A kick while they're down.
Smash that dirty little secret
Right into the ground.

Slam the door shut,
Toss away the key.
There's some things in life
That shouldn't be seen.

And of course we all know
You can't always be honest.
'Cuz everyone has
Skeletons in their closet.