WINE AND GATES
Generation hex, the cars on the hill
stem of fright
lemon twist with the rice
curiousity to bade, the rhythm of right
the vehicle of composure on the shoulder of a road at night
how are we a small mind to beg?
the road has said the obvious, we are moments ahead
that knew the ridicule of virture, forout a needy leg
where to go for oppurtune semblances to wed
born to horns and the theatre of streets
the miracle we assume to come, costs the vertigo of seats
we drove, we wove, we souled at the thunder we did meet
a yarn for darn, the likes of which will be
time to get moving
the lord of discipline turns out to be an august live
of importance not, the thread of somes that worrying...
is a memory of steadiness of the reach of our give
epitaph : to junior appleseed and the misses
are you ready to live in this neck of the woods?
to pass a heraldry from left to right, as the night wishes
we are but portion of all, but still a smile that knows the roads
lemon twist with the rice
curiousity to bade, the rhythm of right
the vehicle of composure on the shoulder of a road at night
how are we a small mind to beg?
the road has said the obvious, we are moments ahead
that knew the ridicule of virture, forout a needy leg
where to go for oppurtune semblances to wed
born to horns and the theatre of streets
the miracle we assume to come, costs the vertigo of seats
we drove, we wove, we souled at the thunder we did meet
a yarn for darn, the likes of which will be
time to get moving
the lord of discipline turns out to be an august live
of importance not, the thread of somes that worrying...
is a memory of steadiness of the reach of our give
epitaph : to junior appleseed and the misses
are you ready to live in this neck of the woods?
to pass a heraldry from left to right, as the night wishes
we are but portion of all, but still a smile that knows the roads
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Generation hex, the cars on the hill
Generation hex, the cars on the hill
