WINE AND GATES
Roar Of The Tomb Earned Neither Who'd
singing towers
between the tart, we betray the wind
this is no place for flowers
because the joke is on sin
teurce with the impression
fate in a crafty old meat
stupors and the ache of a whimsy guessing
the food for thought was a blind feat...
your fury in a cup
pretty fingers, the haste of love
these winks of fortune, show us a rapture
the thorn and the curtain of driven minds to us
patience for a sun and proper shined
the laugh of sincerity is in our lap
the image of a cloud has become a daughter's wine?
torture and the craving of part to heed, we sap
a tree named for anger and mayhem
this lent bride of sighed nations
with a bitter call on whim
is the vertigo of a glowing nose, to fend
clay and the prayer to glue
this fruit of misery is missing the grace
to witness the lovers of honor due?
time is a judgment of outer space?
personally we told the song to keep
the pace of salt in the eye
where the can of ordeals is a levity to seek
in the name of all that's holy, why?
all, the future of pie in the siring of a might
bad, the presence of life for the sight of misery
now, the alien tooth to prize, for a savagery right
has, the enough of warred breath in the face of history
between the tart, we betray the wind
this is no place for flowers
because the joke is on sin
teurce with the impression
fate in a crafty old meat
stupors and the ache of a whimsy guessing
the food for thought was a blind feat...
your fury in a cup
pretty fingers, the haste of love
these winks of fortune, show us a rapture
the thorn and the curtain of driven minds to us
patience for a sun and proper shined
the laugh of sincerity is in our lap
the image of a cloud has become a daughter's wine?
torture and the craving of part to heed, we sap
a tree named for anger and mayhem
this lent bride of sighed nations
with a bitter call on whim
is the vertigo of a glowing nose, to fend
clay and the prayer to glue
this fruit of misery is missing the grace
to witness the lovers of honor due?
time is a judgment of outer space?
personally we told the song to keep
the pace of salt in the eye
where the can of ordeals is a levity to seek
in the name of all that's holy, why?
all, the future of pie in the siring of a might
bad, the presence of life for the sight of misery
now, the alien tooth to prize, for a savagery right
has, the enough of warred breath in the face of history
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Roar Of The Tomb Earned Neither Who`d
Roar Of The Tomb Earned Neither Who`d
