WINE AND GATES
a shot to the head for your own good
some sex we can eat
the threat of boredom we can sell
the richness of a heart that beat
the born to not we see as a little bell
some sex we can feat
the thread of the same in defence of sound
we have heard the ache of someways, and a lip
like the sides of a mind to give, a soul to hound
some sex we can seat
to a table of caution, that showed the left ear
the thinking of prosper and its mere
that much we have, to openly fear
some sex we can meat
the stink of searching for the liberty we hold
the reason of usurper's and their thread of gold, we'd
be a sentence of guilty in the live of the world
some sex we can let
the purchase of simplicity is one to begin with nowhere
somes and the scare of salt, is more than a can of set
thank you, the road to berievement is cheap, here
the threat of boredom we can sell
the richness of a heart that beat
the born to not we see as a little bell
some sex we can feat
the thread of the same in defence of sound
we have heard the ache of someways, and a lip
like the sides of a mind to give, a soul to hound
some sex we can seat
to a table of caution, that showed the left ear
the thinking of prosper and its mere
that much we have, to openly fear
some sex we can meat
the stink of searching for the liberty we hold
the reason of usurper's and their thread of gold, we'd
be a sentence of guilty in the live of the world
some sex we can let
the purchase of simplicity is one to begin with nowhere
somes and the scare of salt, is more than a can of set
thank you, the road to berievement is cheap, here
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a shot to the head for your own good
a shot to the head for your own good
