WINE AND GATES
Strange Fates Of The Setting Sun
guide me to the soon
well or hell
the liberty to know to go to hold for a moon
was just like ringing a bell
hello, the ires of a father
the luck in the trys of virtue
the wall on the ashes we sought for sud and mud, were
the count to live in our vows now or never due
spit on the arm
furious churches without a name
the sight of guises of the warm
the crime in the same
some day, the lions will journey to quiet passages on the sea
even though the livid sugar in a kiss is meant for the tiger
by the same, we know the crazes of vindication less the way we be
the rest of the day was spent with a liar
sophistication, banana and the arse of suggestion
we make the may of needs to have the best of leasts
this is brought to you in the form of initiation
that knows the work of misery is one, and that it is
well or hell
the liberty to know to go to hold for a moon
was just like ringing a bell
hello, the ires of a father
the luck in the trys of virtue
the wall on the ashes we sought for sud and mud, were
the count to live in our vows now or never due
spit on the arm
furious churches without a name
the sight of guises of the warm
the crime in the same
some day, the lions will journey to quiet passages on the sea
even though the livid sugar in a kiss is meant for the tiger
by the same, we know the crazes of vindication less the way we be
the rest of the day was spent with a liar
sophistication, banana and the arse of suggestion
we make the may of needs to have the best of leasts
this is brought to you in the form of initiation
that knows the work of misery is one, and that it is
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Strange Fates Of The Setting Sun
Strange Fates Of The Setting Sun