WINE AND GATES
A Place For Action And Frustration
thinking red, white and blue
hello, corner stones that knew me so well
your journey here was a harsh vote due
the climb of the sun, is work enough for a sanity to be a bell
iron and the place of clay in the unity of the nation
says so much for a simple future and the feet of sincerity
never the guard or garrison of virtue, even its indignation?
show your teeth, for your virginity
well to do, delight to who?
we talk of the strange days of the heinous
their portion to collect a tongue in a jar, the image of woes
is so silent, the accord of since the caginess was deemed as devious
then there were pink...
the teachers of vows that came to common life
do they remember the vampires and the zombies in my drink
this taste in chastity is brought to you by liberty's knife
a dance with our star...
a state of toasts and the gall of winter hosts
thinking its time to know a far
the lands welcome is a driven ghost
such a small thing
asking for simplicity to be a trying wind far and above the din of my eye
like so many ways with a hopeful nicety
the chance of the hills was a herald of another's lie
sojourn with a final thought
the take of nuance is alive, even the talk of futures fantasy of form
has a life worth mentioning the dream of seasons of not
that is the day of reckoning we saw, even its norm
hello, corner stones that knew me so well
your journey here was a harsh vote due
the climb of the sun, is work enough for a sanity to be a bell
iron and the place of clay in the unity of the nation
says so much for a simple future and the feet of sincerity
never the guard or garrison of virtue, even its indignation?
show your teeth, for your virginity
well to do, delight to who?
we talk of the strange days of the heinous
their portion to collect a tongue in a jar, the image of woes
is so silent, the accord of since the caginess was deemed as devious
then there were pink...
the teachers of vows that came to common life
do they remember the vampires and the zombies in my drink
this taste in chastity is brought to you by liberty's knife
a dance with our star...
a state of toasts and the gall of winter hosts
thinking its time to know a far
the lands welcome is a driven ghost
such a small thing
asking for simplicity to be a trying wind far and above the din of my eye
like so many ways with a hopeful nicety
the chance of the hills was a herald of another's lie
sojourn with a final thought
the take of nuance is alive, even the talk of futures fantasy of form
has a life worth mentioning the dream of seasons of not
that is the day of reckoning we saw, even its norm
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A Place For Action And Frustration
A Place For Action And Frustration
