WINE AND GATES
Decisions Undertoe Made Bread Suicide
time has a word with me
the vision of another, whether loved or adjourned
the token of friendship in the mirror is enough to be
but the logic of constant gruesomeness is nothing but dementia's worm
prayers in the sound of the sky
lyricality intact, the solution of many
simplicity in the form of a cause of seek, sex and why
teeth in the valley of time, to be presents to any
done, with the laundry
came, with a stone in the wiser whether of now
ruin, with a song for husbandry
spit, with a soul to suppose the how
inches of steel remind us
the wake of a foreign but furious ship know the try
of causes in the gain of lore, love for thus
the pout of an edge of sanity in the way, lies
ink on a page, written in the tongue of fathers
the lord of dimness is found, the talk of wishes and the harp of prudence
still the kind of toe in the ass we call a risk in waters
till the torch has dwindled into nothing, and the art of hearts has a chance
was the apple still worth it?
the northern taste of courage for a seldom seen question on everyones lips
the truth be had, the culture of sincerity in the pining of whit
is this treasure of such, the more than else that made us...
the vision of another, whether loved or adjourned
the token of friendship in the mirror is enough to be
but the logic of constant gruesomeness is nothing but dementia's worm
prayers in the sound of the sky
lyricality intact, the solution of many
simplicity in the form of a cause of seek, sex and why
teeth in the valley of time, to be presents to any
done, with the laundry
came, with a stone in the wiser whether of now
ruin, with a song for husbandry
spit, with a soul to suppose the how
inches of steel remind us
the wake of a foreign but furious ship know the try
of causes in the gain of lore, love for thus
the pout of an edge of sanity in the way, lies
ink on a page, written in the tongue of fathers
the lord of dimness is found, the talk of wishes and the harp of prudence
still the kind of toe in the ass we call a risk in waters
till the torch has dwindled into nothing, and the art of hearts has a chance
was the apple still worth it?
the northern taste of courage for a seldom seen question on everyones lips
the truth be had, the culture of sincerity in the pining of whit
is this treasure of such, the more than else that made us...
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Decisions Undertoe Made Bread Suicide
Decisions Undertoe Made Bread Suicide