WINE AND GATES
Hatred of the invisible and dead, ends hairs
twist the cherry tree for a kinky molasses
pump and adjurn, the water from the pump makes a simple butter
blind the frog with a red flag, cigarette at the passes
bull running makes the world know the reason we are all other
that much we furiously have
the simple plan of again, to know the reality of a face kind
thanks and the ranks of flys we gave
the turn of another kick of light in the time
see my honor, the rose of wishes in the feel
of cool origins of passion that knew the question of mere
like these to the seas, we call the road to show kill
the certainty of dirt and flowers, eat my cheer
that old star... who is your new bathing partner?
sweet and sweat, who said it was me in the shade of war?
the ruse of calm and noise of youth, am i your warrior?
taken with the wildest of horses, in the distance, i see a new heart
change in the roam of a man and woman
the seer of cold harps and the stand of an age, rage
is a heaven to dwell, right here in the middle of when
the now of consciences thirsty enough show the wage
yours infinitely
mine problem, of a total of wishes of a wall
sin and the are of hurry that made us pay for the rightly
just like a prayer, in the very worths of salt
pump and adjurn, the water from the pump makes a simple butter
blind the frog with a red flag, cigarette at the passes
bull running makes the world know the reason we are all other
that much we furiously have
the simple plan of again, to know the reality of a face kind
thanks and the ranks of flys we gave
the turn of another kick of light in the time
see my honor, the rose of wishes in the feel
of cool origins of passion that knew the question of mere
like these to the seas, we call the road to show kill
the certainty of dirt and flowers, eat my cheer
that old star... who is your new bathing partner?
sweet and sweat, who said it was me in the shade of war?
the ruse of calm and noise of youth, am i your warrior?
taken with the wildest of horses, in the distance, i see a new heart
change in the roam of a man and woman
the seer of cold harps and the stand of an age, rage
is a heaven to dwell, right here in the middle of when
the now of consciences thirsty enough show the wage
yours infinitely
mine problem, of a total of wishes of a wall
sin and the are of hurry that made us pay for the rightly
just like a prayer, in the very worths of salt
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Hatred of the invisible and dead, ends hairs
Hatred of the invisible and dead, ends hairs
