And so it came to pass after the death of many saviors <br />That our soul is being tormented and viol <br />We are like the woo-pee butterfly <br />We are left with two options <br />Dancing and drinking with the fire on our head <br />Perhaps playing the music, but refuse to dance <br />And so we are digested, confuse and agonize <br />The trauma is being blown <br />Nothing is to be done <br />The targeted calculated movement is <br />Being destabilized and restricted <br />Tomorrow is far gone <br />Here comes today approaching <br />Like a gentle man disturb <br />Something must be done verbally <br />The music is far approaching <br />The dancers are all gone <br />Super, superior, superfluous <br />The music dance itself <br />The cry of the poor not being heard <br />The wisdom is being despise <br />Something is about to happen <br />Steadily, steadfast, surely <br />Our trauma will be forgotten <br />The targeted calculated movement <br />Will resurrect <br />The vision will speak for it selves <br />The dancers are all returning <br />All being accompany by the music <br /> <br /> Written
