WINE AND GATES
A Lie About The Catch Of Throats, Tomorrow
slide into bird taste
stupidity is a cagey smile, made with some remorse
the peculiarity of candor for heathen haste
is ours, the luck of meandering worms or worse
the chances are a life on the edge
is a wake of winds of chance, that know the reach of a simple toward
of calm's and the calamity of could in our arms, fudge
the gate of souls that knew the roar of a lion, coward
pennies and the patience of a slit throat
mud and the thud of a Monday monkey in the slam
is much more than a call to days gone boat
were talking to the king in his shadow, with a grace am
pining formula's to the rain, in these consciences we know the salt's being
of education for a rank succor, the rage of angels to heavenly swarm
this is the curiosity of a lucre in the speed of fires heed of things
the patience of saints and the priest on the loose...was a new worm
the liberty in a mind...?
this is your average of wander and the wonder of star's
the tick tock clock of miracles in the rhyme
of a wished for wind that har's
pride at any cost, the total of future deliberation
deliverance is a quicker kiss than you will ever see, unless you were meant to be
the kind of their's and the hairs on your chin
sweet heat...
stupidity is a cagey smile, made with some remorse
the peculiarity of candor for heathen haste
is ours, the luck of meandering worms or worse
the chances are a life on the edge
is a wake of winds of chance, that know the reach of a simple toward
of calm's and the calamity of could in our arms, fudge
the gate of souls that knew the roar of a lion, coward
pennies and the patience of a slit throat
mud and the thud of a Monday monkey in the slam
is much more than a call to days gone boat
were talking to the king in his shadow, with a grace am
pining formula's to the rain, in these consciences we know the salt's being
of education for a rank succor, the rage of angels to heavenly swarm
this is the curiosity of a lucre in the speed of fires heed of things
the patience of saints and the priest on the loose...was a new worm
the liberty in a mind...?
this is your average of wander and the wonder of star's
the tick tock clock of miracles in the rhyme
of a wished for wind that har's
pride at any cost, the total of future deliberation
deliverance is a quicker kiss than you will ever see, unless you were meant to be
the kind of their's and the hairs on your chin
sweet heat...
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A Lie About The Catch Of Throats, Tomorrow
A Lie About The Catch Of Throats, Tomorrow