Very Few Dancers - Sons of an Illustrious Father

Spiraling like Fibonacci sequence

Frequencies to bumping basement

See them through these semen

Caverns of complacent

See what we can do

Adjacent to these turning tables

All the world is waking

But what I got in the time it's taking

Blood on pavement, Earth is quaking

Mom and pa

You got you shaking, forsaking the sky

Wanna go to vacan, can you possibly know peace, now

Nevermore, don't quote the raven

Closing flaming walls are caving, but the

I know what it's like, the bright, the saving

Bathing, numerals, ancient

Newest, more praying, swaying bodies, all the children

Fire back on bad desire, fight David, if you can

Find the ongoing struggle hard again

Put heap on muddling doors

Go home with God again

You walk around

Your head bound

Your inner truth defined again

But when we dance for a while

Your wild incendiary

Bury human family again

Feel the currents 'round you

Surge and urgent and narrow

It's just on virgin, those allergens, surgeons

Talking version on yourself, aborted burdens

Keep your lanterns trimmed and burning, battered

Saw them urging

Forge a knife by wife

Life become the sacrifice, another virgin

Urgent sirens, rise the skies and now the flame is burden

It's an urban world

We too slow and all learning

I've been hurting, hell, I'm urging, we

The sheep, the shepherds

Herd into the slaughters

Sons and daughters pay the serpent

Draw the garden

We've been hurting for so long

The same old song is sung again

But can we finally deserve this my friends

Find the ongoing struggle hard

What you want, my friends

Muddling doors becoming one with God

Open arms, go to home with Him

Again, defied our smiling

Defy from time to time, again

But when we dance for a while

The wild incendiary, bury human family again

See the rivers of hope crushing still within a child's eyes

Despite the brush and loads of loads

You hush to hide behind the lies

Atonement, blood, enough's enough

These wolves in sheep's disguise

The hunted another child

And these tired dancers, and now so do I

Singing my God, there's no such thing only speak for sixes

Thieves must run better to the light

The darkness will not last an hour in this fire started

Choose your side, you'll see me, talking to the skies

I wonder, will you join us down the station, in time