WINE AND GATES
Trading Serpents For David's Itchy Mustard
the throw of misogyny, in the paste
we still the curt, for a lip to heal
thank you, Mr. D, the hurt haste
at the knowledge of cant, where we are the weal
soap and histories talc
think the noodles are a must
the role of consciences to walk
the lucre of kind and thus
sore to use, the ruse of glue is many to know
kind sisters and the wish of inanity
show us a calm and collected idea sewn
in the mind of vaguery, vindication and vice, all for vanity
what is the truth?
a case of heresy to the nose
where we are, the calamity of a misspent youth
that has a lung for it, the rise of those
bread is a candor of uniqueness
the right tooth to eat it with...
is mint the name of future come, for a season of less?
b*tch
we still the curt, for a lip to heal
thank you, Mr. D, the hurt haste
at the knowledge of cant, where we are the weal
soap and histories talc
think the noodles are a must
the role of consciences to walk
the lucre of kind and thus
sore to use, the ruse of glue is many to know
kind sisters and the wish of inanity
show us a calm and collected idea sewn
in the mind of vaguery, vindication and vice, all for vanity
what is the truth?
a case of heresy to the nose
where we are, the calamity of a misspent youth
that has a lung for it, the rise of those
bread is a candor of uniqueness
the right tooth to eat it with...
is mint the name of future come, for a season of less?
b*tch
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Trading Serpents For David`s Itchy Mustard
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