WINE AND GATES
Does USA have a brush in the discussed?!
by the telephone
the liberty in Jesus's blood
we are the reason of home
well, are you going to jump?
to the stars, numb as we go
the redress of virtue
in the half of ends that made us low
the role of royal lips to give, who
patience be a milked sake
the heart of could is more than a miracle than we have right to key
beep with the rod, of Jake
as we would, the church said a pill that has more money
the cult of treachery and the treasure of another voice
is walking with God the promise of a new generation
try the operator, or 911, its your choice
this mirror to look in, has the time with gestation
till we love ourselves ...
fill the cup of only the ashes ...
still the ripe old days of devil's ...
kill the future for living in the aches ...
and then the eye of turned sheets
we tell the fury of mention, the means to an end in the questions of haze
by the day we told the order to the cage of a tiger in heat
this is the curse of a Lucifer, in here is a war's wage
tongues without irony, suggested in the back
times with a respect, see the luck of warfare
tits with a head above water, know the chaste to have, lack
ta's within the gaze of virtue, this dragon is your care
waking from the dream of silly charisma
the drip of suicide is moreover the name of heeds
which and where for, the tension of dilemma
is nowhere, but in the breed of kid's
the liberty in Jesus's blood
we are the reason of home
well, are you going to jump?
to the stars, numb as we go
the redress of virtue
in the half of ends that made us low
the role of royal lips to give, who
patience be a milked sake
the heart of could is more than a miracle than we have right to key
beep with the rod, of Jake
as we would, the church said a pill that has more money
the cult of treachery and the treasure of another voice
is walking with God the promise of a new generation
try the operator, or 911, its your choice
this mirror to look in, has the time with gestation
till we love ourselves ...
fill the cup of only the ashes ...
still the ripe old days of devil's ...
kill the future for living in the aches ...
and then the eye of turned sheets
we tell the fury of mention, the means to an end in the questions of haze
by the day we told the order to the cage of a tiger in heat
this is the curse of a Lucifer, in here is a war's wage
tongues without irony, suggested in the back
times with a respect, see the luck of warfare
tits with a head above water, know the chaste to have, lack
ta's within the gaze of virtue, this dragon is your care
waking from the dream of silly charisma
the drip of suicide is moreover the name of heeds
which and where for, the tension of dilemma
is nowhere, but in the breed of kid's
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Does USA have a brush in the discussed?!
Does USA have a brush in the discussed?!
