WINE AND GATES
Watts and the Ohm Etc. Need Food
ours of unrest
institute of gall, to enliven the pace
of a justified rose in the party of the west
thinking the result of a common newspaper, we attest to a face
this is the season we adore
the right of common lips of renumeration
in the void of callous war
this is the muse of caution we know to be, indignation
swift aperature and the ache of a knowing fire
the resistance to norm is a courtesy of authorities dream to be whole
we substitute the reach of summation for the driven mind of ire
this is the moon of causes in the reality of a soul
stepping out to dance with a devil
we suggest the requiem of pies and the cake of surmiseal
the reason we adore the plus of must is a wish upon evil
thinking the cats out of the bag, we sink into life
right as a reach was
we still the mercy of curiousity for another trying view
the kind of gall we issue to all, is a herald of use as was dust
this is the future of a question of land, that is rued
then in the shadows, with a the boot of unity we accused to be a sate
the role of vicious libertys of gains, shows us a life to keep
this and that, the bones of trust and must made a grave of hate
they are the cut above the rest, to live in the light of a reap
today we are heroes of the universe
songs will be sung, about the honor of our grace
the riches of the world below, is ours for a chance
but, the hit of ash is yours for a cigarette, eh?
institute of gall, to enliven the pace
of a justified rose in the party of the west
thinking the result of a common newspaper, we attest to a face
this is the season we adore
the right of common lips of renumeration
in the void of callous war
this is the muse of caution we know to be, indignation
swift aperature and the ache of a knowing fire
the resistance to norm is a courtesy of authorities dream to be whole
we substitute the reach of summation for the driven mind of ire
this is the moon of causes in the reality of a soul
stepping out to dance with a devil
we suggest the requiem of pies and the cake of surmiseal
the reason we adore the plus of must is a wish upon evil
thinking the cats out of the bag, we sink into life
right as a reach was
we still the mercy of curiousity for another trying view
the kind of gall we issue to all, is a herald of use as was dust
this is the future of a question of land, that is rued
then in the shadows, with a the boot of unity we accused to be a sate
the role of vicious libertys of gains, shows us a life to keep
this and that, the bones of trust and must made a grave of hate
they are the cut above the rest, to live in the light of a reap
today we are heroes of the universe
songs will be sung, about the honor of our grace
the riches of the world below, is ours for a chance
but, the hit of ash is yours for a cigarette, eh?
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Watts and the Ohm Etc. Need Food
Watts and the Ohm Etc. Need Food
