WINE AND GATES
Rooster Ne'er Knew A Dreaming Land...
fix the thumb with a nail
the tour of seldom seen loves in the rear view mirror
has, the toll of a bell seen the share of failure?
consequence is a religion onto itself, with hunger to fear
twine and the dim suds of a poorly made beer
we have to hold, the curse of a knowing man
who has the taste of blindness for a salt to hear
where are our judges, the can't of shames of tomorrow to keep and?
the voice on the radio said we are all ahead of anarchy, in the blue is the answer
to briefly made promises of a candor in love with somes
the power to live in the light, is a shadow of consciences that were
the presence of calmed nerves, this history of bastards, whores and cunning...
again, a flower has dominated the proceedings with a kinder smile
this view of cancer and its atrophy in the lore of wishes and the wash of here
hell is a substitute for care of callous questions, all the while
we be, the sea of a silence greater than the mercy of charisma, held dear
the choice is with not, the noted press of care to quell in the musts of knowing
is a logic of murder your only oppurtunity for love, the still of the wind has
the ley of misery in the city of desperation, love was a patience in wearing
the price of the land, for a situation of excellency to come, like a thing of ass
syrup and hiccough of strength that has the lucre of honor for a judgment
we still the mode of anger with a quiet but simple song, the likes of sensation hope
the drunk powers of moments of languor and the irony of qualms intimacy wrent
is but a legend of worth in the smell of a shoe, thinking the cause of liberty's cope
the tour of seldom seen loves in the rear view mirror
has, the toll of a bell seen the share of failure?
consequence is a religion onto itself, with hunger to fear
twine and the dim suds of a poorly made beer
we have to hold, the curse of a knowing man
who has the taste of blindness for a salt to hear
where are our judges, the can't of shames of tomorrow to keep and?
the voice on the radio said we are all ahead of anarchy, in the blue is the answer
to briefly made promises of a candor in love with somes
the power to live in the light, is a shadow of consciences that were
the presence of calmed nerves, this history of bastards, whores and cunning...
again, a flower has dominated the proceedings with a kinder smile
this view of cancer and its atrophy in the lore of wishes and the wash of here
hell is a substitute for care of callous questions, all the while
we be, the sea of a silence greater than the mercy of charisma, held dear
the choice is with not, the noted press of care to quell in the musts of knowing
is a logic of murder your only oppurtunity for love, the still of the wind has
the ley of misery in the city of desperation, love was a patience in wearing
the price of the land, for a situation of excellency to come, like a thing of ass
syrup and hiccough of strength that has the lucre of honor for a judgment
we still the mode of anger with a quiet but simple song, the likes of sensation hope
the drunk powers of moments of languor and the irony of qualms intimacy wrent
is but a legend of worth in the smell of a shoe, thinking the cause of liberty's cope
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Rooster Ne`er Knew A Dreaming Land...
Rooster Ne`er Knew A Dreaming Land...
