When line meets line

Stand firm in the middle of a small white box.
Because where sin lies is where the lines stop.

Beware of them, for it paves the way to the top.
It may not seem so, but take it and you'll drop.

What can we do but to await for the clearance of the fog,
to stand patiently till his hand delivers us from on top;
back to where we once belonged.

Sin, at the end is just a small white box.

iHEARTrevolutions