WINE AND GATES
Killin' The Neglected Urge To Explain
risks of a tomorrow
we haven't
the jaundiced approval of a lent dream, worry to owe
the shape of things to come is glad, isn't it
metal
and the right to a livid course of action
these are the orders of our lips to garner another life's flower petal
that we are in the dawn of love, and its pace of lend
the anger of rash means
the reason of liberty and the ache of jude, that knew the richness of all
and alien, the art of bigotry to relieve the notion of situations
have fought, the nature of could at stake, the belief of consciences to fall
and then there were three
the time of suggestion, to never mistake and obvious truth
that caught as the are of afar to the needs of minds that heed
as we would, as we should, we are all of a couth
the stride of thought, to collect as a wield of consideration
the facts as we hold them dear, the knowledge of rhyme and reason
come to the hill of curses, to rid the world of intimidation
this is the vestige of loves season
and finally, tried of sought, the neglect of a single word of paradise
is all and fall, the reach of worthless trevail, to know for a calm
qualms and the alms of similiarity should with wiser sights
this is the realization of worth as a honor amidsts a days walls
this is the story, and point is this:
the war was over before it ever started
we are all of a same, if but liberal enough to offer the truth for bliss
and the craze of violation we know, is but a stink hearted
we haven't
the jaundiced approval of a lent dream, worry to owe
the shape of things to come is glad, isn't it
metal
and the right to a livid course of action
these are the orders of our lips to garner another life's flower petal
that we are in the dawn of love, and its pace of lend
the anger of rash means
the reason of liberty and the ache of jude, that knew the richness of all
and alien, the art of bigotry to relieve the notion of situations
have fought, the nature of could at stake, the belief of consciences to fall
and then there were three
the time of suggestion, to never mistake and obvious truth
that caught as the are of afar to the needs of minds that heed
as we would, as we should, we are all of a couth
the stride of thought, to collect as a wield of consideration
the facts as we hold them dear, the knowledge of rhyme and reason
come to the hill of curses, to rid the world of intimidation
this is the vestige of loves season
and finally, tried of sought, the neglect of a single word of paradise
is all and fall, the reach of worthless trevail, to know for a calm
qualms and the alms of similiarity should with wiser sights
this is the realization of worth as a honor amidsts a days walls
this is the story, and point is this:
the war was over before it ever started
we are all of a same, if but liberal enough to offer the truth for bliss
and the craze of violation we know, is but a stink hearted
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Killin` The Neglected Urge To Explain
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