While the pirates defend their shore A house of millions cards slowly fall w/out hesitation Draining of the swamp When trumpet was blown Energies of yesterdays fish rushing on shore Death of life's requirements Rather it be water Lack of oxygen Either way it goes The montra was blown outta proportion How you gonna stop the ride of many ships in the game? You being the "lead" OH The trumpet has rocked us with those repeated montras. Do we mean what we preach? Are we aware of the sworn swamp that's to be? Ability to refuse reason of gusting air Otta nowhere for folks to go. DC still draining 'that' swamp. Ritualistic energy can make for a disgusting task.