our pearls to pigsndreams are trampledna gaze was so lazynonly to never findnand emptiness remainsnas we handed out our soulsnand gave over in trustnour pearls to pigsntendencies of destructionncarry out in lonely lullnas steady hurt remainsnnow there is no wrath onnthose who self seeknin flesh and blood they move swiftnin their ideals barring wickednessnagainst simple principalnwhen charged by the presencenthey tickled their ears with mythsnsome day to be cast asidenthen instructors of the foolish are nownthe teachers of the infantsnlike the turning of the tidesnhow constantlynwe are rememberednbroken by all that's nothingnerased like scribbled wordsnthen a phrase goes a thousand timesnstill will it be heardnseeds that were stirred by your voicenpromise is spoken softlynstill impassioned by it's causenblaze of a thousand suns break skies and burn allnthe hand drives with actionnas this earth rollsngiving unexplained comfortnto burden in souls