Rollin' and Tumblin' on Satan's Rotisserie - The Tony Danza Tapdance Extravaganza

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