WINE AND GATES
war continues, apple on the tongue
purity was a distant dream
the times we saved a kid from nightmares
the pout that came, like so many eggs in a pot, to steam
we knew the answers to their warfares
scare and scars of houses made from paper
we stilled the sun - to see the birth of a spice
ready to dance with the devil, in so many ways to hater
that threatened our way with life
a present from the days gone by
bye bye
the lips you saw in the rain speaking, were ours to deny
the thief of steel flowers, an imagination that cost us our why
like blindness now
the tooth of curses in the end
armegeddon worth the path to how
the beating heart of succor, we made for your sin
the truth from a pile of ash and letters of desperation
a long word that seldom seen, was our first kind
the age of heresy in our lungs, likie a warring sign of isolation
it was love, who sent the touch of minds
bullets and songs of virtue later
we found the stomach of suggestion to be
the ideas of souls without fates there
was mind numbing, the treachery of a host seen
tears
and the ires of salt we knew
except for the vengeance of our fears
gone to far, for a God that said the turn of a mind into glue
the times we saved a kid from nightmares
the pout that came, like so many eggs in a pot, to steam
we knew the answers to their warfares
scare and scars of houses made from paper
we stilled the sun - to see the birth of a spice
ready to dance with the devil, in so many ways to hater
that threatened our way with life
a present from the days gone by
bye bye
the lips you saw in the rain speaking, were ours to deny
the thief of steel flowers, an imagination that cost us our why
like blindness now
the tooth of curses in the end
armegeddon worth the path to how
the beating heart of succor, we made for your sin
the truth from a pile of ash and letters of desperation
a long word that seldom seen, was our first kind
the age of heresy in our lungs, likie a warring sign of isolation
it was love, who sent the touch of minds
bullets and songs of virtue later
we found the stomach of suggestion to be
the ideas of souls without fates there
was mind numbing, the treachery of a host seen
tears
and the ires of salt we knew
except for the vengeance of our fears
gone to far, for a God that said the turn of a mind into glue
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war continues, apple on the tongue
war continues, apple on the tongue
