WINE AND GATES
Burning for a little more fate
right side of nothing
a life in the balance of harmony
we tell the tree's the bother of everything
and the antics of choices in love with anarchy
and the day reminds us to eat our fill
the crazes of nature and the handicap of limit's hill
hell and the brethren of churchs said to ill:
heaven is a mission to furies in minds that till...
drunk on the pride of vanity
we have selected the chastity of confusion
the place of surmiseal as a cache of sanity
they think we are, the lords of virtues intrusion
flames for the demand of oppurtunity
shames in love with a fist of teeth never seen
games with a need for the culture of community
sames of method in the rich eyes of blind men been
where were we when the ires of agony showed a lip?
right, as if the kind of thing that has, a sip
tonight we see the change of seasons for what they are, keep
the sense of causes alive in the first place, sayeth a seek
so to a seldom seen star of kindness
the lore of wishes is in the paces of peace
the price of ventures true and canny, to bless
know a passion for the cant of being least
a life in the balance of harmony
we tell the tree's the bother of everything
and the antics of choices in love with anarchy
and the day reminds us to eat our fill
the crazes of nature and the handicap of limit's hill
hell and the brethren of churchs said to ill:
heaven is a mission to furies in minds that till...
drunk on the pride of vanity
we have selected the chastity of confusion
the place of surmiseal as a cache of sanity
they think we are, the lords of virtues intrusion
flames for the demand of oppurtunity
shames in love with a fist of teeth never seen
games with a need for the culture of community
sames of method in the rich eyes of blind men been
where were we when the ires of agony showed a lip?
right, as if the kind of thing that has, a sip
tonight we see the change of seasons for what they are, keep
the sense of causes alive in the first place, sayeth a seek
so to a seldom seen star of kindness
the lore of wishes is in the paces of peace
the price of ventures true and canny, to bless
know a passion for the cant of being least
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Burning for a little more fate
Burning for a little more fate
