WINE AND GATES
hiccup in grey (my name is david)
the church of almost the hill
was in a rapture over the birth
of a season to know cloth and the reach of still
are we an anger come to share the worth?
the babe seemed to answer with a walk
here is a driven nose, to collect the dust as we know
the chaste with the fast, is history to not
like so many breaths of assurance we come to live with the go
the church oohed and aahed
does the thinker know the reason we walk to envy tomorrow?
babes seek to eat the riches of the world like a law
will you have the sense to quicken the pace of learning's borrow?
now is a kissy face, they remind
the wards of southern bell's and the dirty notion of hell
we are a throng of subtle anarchy, come with life's wine
that much you can tell
the role of a pet comes to the babe's mind
this rational for strength seems to be a temporary kind
the reach of futures in love with a need and a rhyme
is courage not the question of another's stand for why?
now is a chance on the future, frustration in box or lock
the way to accept, is a half of surprises meant for the lore
that is the path of consideration and the hard place to mock
we would tell you more, but these are savages at war
the babe began to cry
the way to all and truth is more or less a final tooth
that aged with the sense to lie
are we a weapon of tongues that has become couth?
nye
and hope we are all aloof
to a injustice that has come from the mouth of snide
that moment is made to liberate the youth...
was in a rapture over the birth
of a season to know cloth and the reach of still
are we an anger come to share the worth?
the babe seemed to answer with a walk
here is a driven nose, to collect the dust as we know
the chaste with the fast, is history to not
like so many breaths of assurance we come to live with the go
the church oohed and aahed
does the thinker know the reason we walk to envy tomorrow?
babes seek to eat the riches of the world like a law
will you have the sense to quicken the pace of learning's borrow?
now is a kissy face, they remind
the wards of southern bell's and the dirty notion of hell
we are a throng of subtle anarchy, come with life's wine
that much you can tell
the role of a pet comes to the babe's mind
this rational for strength seems to be a temporary kind
the reach of futures in love with a need and a rhyme
is courage not the question of another's stand for why?
now is a chance on the future, frustration in box or lock
the way to accept, is a half of surprises meant for the lore
that is the path of consideration and the hard place to mock
we would tell you more, but these are savages at war
the babe began to cry
the way to all and truth is more or less a final tooth
that aged with the sense to lie
are we a weapon of tongues that has become couth?
nye
and hope we are all aloof
to a injustice that has come from the mouth of snide
that moment is made to liberate the youth...
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hiccup in grey (my name is david)
hiccup in grey (my name is david)