Pearls To The Pigs

Hey, got to tell you about what I saw today
A place not so far from my surroundings
I have swum over the impure blood of these crazy times
In a small ocean without beaches or lighthouses

Wish the silence
Would be enough in your presence
It wouldn’t be so bad
To live only by myself

Streets and avenues of neon
Lonely contemplating us
I know lying is not right
But sometimes I lie (I lie)

There are clouds that toast me with tones of a song
There are gaps that make me pay more attention
If silence is the medicine, I’ll be damned
We’re all saints in faith’s crisis
We’re eternal transition

The supreme court of knowledge
Is in living and learning
Instead of judging in this ordinary tribunal
That we are gathered or alone

Now I rest among myself
In the squares of my faith
Sitting under the shadow of a genealogical tree

See the Moon behind the tree tops
Bringing us the song of evil and good
Feel the glove in someone else’s hand
Grabbing by the feet and arms
Splitting in half in a long session of total panic

Wish the silence
Would be enough in your presence
It wouldn’t be so bad
To live only by myself

Streets and avenues of neon
Lonely contemplating us
I know lying is not right
But sometimes I lie (I lie)