WINE AND GATES
Leather Jacket's And If Charade's (Price Of Time)
you, love merely?
you, lift an eye?
you, think a care be?
you, see to a lie?
then, why do I hate you?
with a passion on this side of the travail
compared to gall, the sincerity of could
sounds like a mirror to kill...
in the temple of life
love and the gun of salt in my hand
the sound of your heart, the talk of a knife
that has the assurance of tragedy, in an age devoted to the land
same day of pain as yeast
urging the driven nail, the tart terror
dares of kind, and the king of seduction's beast
we are here, sayeth the angel and the pear
home with a blinding steel to call a fate
my moment with a strange song of dismal places and spaces
error of a curt friend, to give the half of a somber sate
seclude with me in the guard of culture, to take a life is in its paces
the sport of oddity
in the flowers and the much maligned prayers of can
the spit of nourished thought, is a collected voice to anarchy
with a gate for each, pride of simplicity, a honored skin...
the tout of a nose, the snout of a toe
the reach of heaven, and the heed of raging...
in the mouth of madness, we have seen the climate of order
to be a sour grape; prince by patience, paradise by paging
the book stunk
the corpulence of scars and the stars them demons
is a lie, put on your fore head by an unction
of sadistic loves that corner the market on ...
you, lift an eye?
you, think a care be?
you, see to a lie?
then, why do I hate you?
with a passion on this side of the travail
compared to gall, the sincerity of could
sounds like a mirror to kill...
in the temple of life
love and the gun of salt in my hand
the sound of your heart, the talk of a knife
that has the assurance of tragedy, in an age devoted to the land
same day of pain as yeast
urging the driven nail, the tart terror
dares of kind, and the king of seduction's beast
we are here, sayeth the angel and the pear
home with a blinding steel to call a fate
my moment with a strange song of dismal places and spaces
error of a curt friend, to give the half of a somber sate
seclude with me in the guard of culture, to take a life is in its paces
the sport of oddity
in the flowers and the much maligned prayers of can
the spit of nourished thought, is a collected voice to anarchy
with a gate for each, pride of simplicity, a honored skin...
the tout of a nose, the snout of a toe
the reach of heaven, and the heed of raging...
in the mouth of madness, we have seen the climate of order
to be a sour grape; prince by patience, paradise by paging
the book stunk
the corpulence of scars and the stars them demons
is a lie, put on your fore head by an unction
of sadistic loves that corner the market on ...
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Leather Jacket`s And If Charade`s (Price Of Time)
Leather Jacket`s And If Charade`s (Price Of Time)
