Words of Wisdom 

Do you recall it's name <BR>
As it suggested beck and call<BR>
This face and heel <BR>
Will drag your halo through the mud <BR>
Ash of Pompeii<BR>
Erupting in a statues dust <BR>
Shrouded in veils <BR>
Because these handcuffs hurt to much <BR>
Still scalpeing these ticketless applause <BR>
And when they drag the lake there is nothing left at all <BR>
sutured contusion <BR>
beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague <BR>
said I've lost my way <BR>
even if this cul de sac would pay <BR>
to reach inside a vault whatever be the cost <BR>
sterling clear <BR>
blackend ice <BR>
when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all