WINE AND GATES
Monsters Of Shine Thunder / Lightning Yearn
crescent of the moon
nobody carrots
the collection of butterflies is a cartoon
cigarette's know the fame of pharaoh's whit's
pride and shame are a deafening margin of error
the lips of worthy nature is a herald of cleaned...
the paradise of choice is a logic in the where
fold and know the cage of a tiger, any may
a snow in the city, of lights
the frequency of merit for a fury to sing true
this liberty came from the aged white...
this cloud of chance is ours, true
a wons in the city, of shade
the frequency of spirit is a worth in the due
more than these, the husbandry of jade...
can an our of sincerity show the world to you?
what could this possibly be...?
more than else, we haven't the nature of an animal in the sea
swim for it, little curiosity, the rage of angels will say heed
the beckoning surf, is yours for a lip of voices
eaten on the heathen bridge
we spoke to the turning seasons
where is your faith in suppose and the mind to each
all for home, and its reasons...
vaguely a shape in the distance, Christ was an olive
that pewter tooth, no place for the herald of consciences route
singing to the new moon, the bird of paradise was a chi-un
old legends die hard, if your the world is to know, for an odd flower
passion was your best friend, to a question's fault
the role of visions of many wishes of being, here
is a reality of causes of tissue of an answer's salt
never, the thread of hair...
nobody carrots
the collection of butterflies is a cartoon
cigarette's know the fame of pharaoh's whit's
pride and shame are a deafening margin of error
the lips of worthy nature is a herald of cleaned...
the paradise of choice is a logic in the where
fold and know the cage of a tiger, any may
a snow in the city, of lights
the frequency of merit for a fury to sing true
this liberty came from the aged white...
this cloud of chance is ours, true
a wons in the city, of shade
the frequency of spirit is a worth in the due
more than these, the husbandry of jade...
can an our of sincerity show the world to you?
what could this possibly be...?
more than else, we haven't the nature of an animal in the sea
swim for it, little curiosity, the rage of angels will say heed
the beckoning surf, is yours for a lip of voices
eaten on the heathen bridge
we spoke to the turning seasons
where is your faith in suppose and the mind to each
all for home, and its reasons...
vaguely a shape in the distance, Christ was an olive
that pewter tooth, no place for the herald of consciences route
singing to the new moon, the bird of paradise was a chi-un
old legends die hard, if your the world is to know, for an odd flower
passion was your best friend, to a question's fault
the role of visions of many wishes of being, here
is a reality of causes of tissue of an answer's salt
never, the thread of hair...
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Monsters Of Shine Thunder / Lightning Yearn
Monsters Of Shine Thunder / Lightning Yearn