Lyrics Very Few Dancers - Sons of an Illustrious Father

Very Few Dancers

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