WINE AND GATES
red eyed would in common
territory for you
the dead pig in the press of the mirror
we searched for your kiss, glue
the barb of curiosity is what you fear
borders of common hate, like this
the truth of gold and god
the secret ot an original bliss
with a moment to nod
waking the dead, we told the reach of the sun
this is the time to reason for a dew
sneeze and demons of consciences left to begun...
all in history live or dare you
were you in there with these
were you in this with that
were you in fair with appease
wereyou praying, for a common wrath
the dead pig in the press of the mirror
we searched for your kiss, glue
the barb of curiosity is what you fear
borders of common hate, like this
the truth of gold and god
the secret ot an original bliss
with a moment to nod
waking the dead, we told the reach of the sun
this is the time to reason for a dew
sneeze and demons of consciences left to begun...
all in history live or dare you
were you in there with these
were you in this with that
were you in fair with appease
wereyou praying, for a common wrath
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red eyed would in common
red eyed would in common
