WINE AND GATES
Guns And Money, In Your Soup (F.Y.I.Kiss)
risky and busy
thirsty eyes with a simple plan
the least we can, be
is a hardship of could to stand
the role of vision and the method of times butterflies
in the cease of accord, ants and the thread of wants
have the arms of seldom showed you how time flies
the cure in the corner of pacing rainbows that know the way to hasn't
the language we adore, in the cold current of the worlds mind
heat and the ask of a head, to beat
the change of means to the seems of candor in the times
rhyme with the old, seek the young, for a wish to eat...
the rich side of the moon
we are the heroes here, the now in the flash of the pan
eyes that remember the cult of sincerer sight rued
wish with us in the courage of another hand...
pain and the art of honor in the curses that followed us there
have a look of mercy to their sorrows, like the wage of methods
we have the silly notion of causes to care, where
the rest of the song, is with us a survival of vantages odds...
body and wealth
the act of misery in the thrice of our lips
is an image to live by, a heaven and its health
by the order you witness, we are at the end of our whits...
thirsty eyes with a simple plan
the least we can, be
is a hardship of could to stand
the role of vision and the method of times butterflies
in the cease of accord, ants and the thread of wants
have the arms of seldom showed you how time flies
the cure in the corner of pacing rainbows that know the way to hasn't
the language we adore, in the cold current of the worlds mind
heat and the ask of a head, to beat
the change of means to the seems of candor in the times
rhyme with the old, seek the young, for a wish to eat...
the rich side of the moon
we are the heroes here, the now in the flash of the pan
eyes that remember the cult of sincerer sight rued
wish with us in the courage of another hand...
pain and the art of honor in the curses that followed us there
have a look of mercy to their sorrows, like the wage of methods
we have the silly notion of causes to care, where
the rest of the song, is with us a survival of vantages odds...
body and wealth
the act of misery in the thrice of our lips
is an image to live by, a heaven and its health
by the order you witness, we are at the end of our whits...
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Guns And Money, In Your Soup (F.Y.I.Kiss)
Guns And Money, In Your Soup (F.Y.I.Kiss)
