WINE AND GATES
Worthless Now That We Know How
pink days of virtue
have you a lip with my soul
in the hunted shadows of would and due
there is a tongue for the kind of rued
in instance of a hateful dance
the lurid will be a could who'd
the method of callous wonder and its enhance
is mine, to show the rhyme of good...
the toe of justice
has a mark of rememberance that can the way to liberty
the threat of judghment is profound and destiny, long before the role of merits spice
is a jaded like of lores made to have the breath of humility
could i have the days for your belly's hunger?
can a sweet memory of since, know the way you have?
causes of appropriateness, is your mind in danger?
from the beck and call, of the thine of said that makes us a pride gave?
the tooth of common law, these days are a bid for tears
via terror, we accustom the change of seasons into a blind face of charisma
lost to teurce indication, the total of kinds is with us like a mind fears
the truth in dilemmas of nothing and the some of lies made to confuse all
this is the time
to know your enemy better than the knuckles in the wind
thank you, for a song and muses of a rhyme
that much we have, the liberty to tell the times...
have you a lip with my soul
in the hunted shadows of would and due
there is a tongue for the kind of rued
in instance of a hateful dance
the lurid will be a could who'd
the method of callous wonder and its enhance
is mine, to show the rhyme of good...
the toe of justice
has a mark of rememberance that can the way to liberty
the threat of judghment is profound and destiny, long before the role of merits spice
is a jaded like of lores made to have the breath of humility
could i have the days for your belly's hunger?
can a sweet memory of since, know the way you have?
causes of appropriateness, is your mind in danger?
from the beck and call, of the thine of said that makes us a pride gave?
the tooth of common law, these days are a bid for tears
via terror, we accustom the change of seasons into a blind face of charisma
lost to teurce indication, the total of kinds is with us like a mind fears
the truth in dilemmas of nothing and the some of lies made to confuse all
this is the time
to know your enemy better than the knuckles in the wind
thank you, for a song and muses of a rhyme
that much we have, the liberty to tell the times...
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Worthless Now That We Know How
Worthless Now That We Know How
