Land Of Ghosts

The naked masters of our soul
Don't always have their way
Cast your pearls before the swine
Will you have to pray?
Waste and praise is the blood of fame
Waiting for the day
When foul words shall paint my brow but
Will i have to pray?
All the lions and tigers too, even fools
Will have their say!
Three faces and kissing king
Wise girls are forced to stay
The pope from mars is stealing cars
Will he have to pray?
All the lions and tigers too, even
Fools will have their day!
Everybody has your voice lost along the way.