Tony Danza Tapdance Extravaganza Rollin' And Tumblin' On Satan's Rotisserie
our pearls to pigs dreams are trampled a gaze was so lazy only to never find and emptiness remains as we handed out our souls and gave over in trust our pearls to pigs tendencies of destruction carry out in lonely lull as steady hurt remains now there is no wrath on those who self seek in flesh and blood they move swift in their ideals barring wickedness against simple principal when charged by the presence they tickled their ears with myths some day to be cast aside then instructors of the foolish are now the teachers of the infants like the turning of the tides how constantly we are remembered broken by all that's nothing erased like scribbled words then a phrase goes a thousand times still will it be heard seeds that were stirred by your voice promise is spoken softly still impassioned by it's cause blaze of a thousand suns break skies and burn all the hand drives with action as this earth rolls giving unexplained comfort to burden in souls
