WINE AND GATES
Lust In The Shoes Of Gaeity Finding Proud?
prayer for the dead
did these shoes of virtue
have the inner soul to know, for a creed's lip in a head
this bloody eye in your's...
guilt by association
the life of a human breed, made a senile future
where are our clothes in the fire of dread and commotion?
right here in my, join the craft of a curiosity
they tortured the sanity of guile
we sewed the causes of need in the cope
they found the ages for a switch of the wilds
we hoped the craving of steel to be liberty, in time with a rope
silver and gray, thirst and fascination
the wound clock at the bottom of toil
rescued myths of anarchy's juice on the finger's of haunting agitation
worthy deeds of golden thoughts for the life of another foil
panic and surety to lead again?
the road to judgment was found with a simple mind
the race of fits and vitamins of hate, paying a devil in the wind
now that we are, where are we to see for avarice's blind?
why, have you, have would forgotten the name of just's babe?
for a living flame of conscience and the martyr of since
senses from a handshake that salted the notion of the grave
meaning shrewd eyes know the where with all of a sight to give...
where have I been, to know and to keep the dour knowledge I offer?
persistent, a laugh of vaunted encouragement of the banal spite that mine
like a drop of honor in the sands of time that excused a prophet
many names wander, many liars wonder, many gifts of limits to the sign
did these shoes of virtue
have the inner soul to know, for a creed's lip in a head
this bloody eye in your's...
guilt by association
the life of a human breed, made a senile future
where are our clothes in the fire of dread and commotion?
right here in my, join the craft of a curiosity
they tortured the sanity of guile
we sewed the causes of need in the cope
they found the ages for a switch of the wilds
we hoped the craving of steel to be liberty, in time with a rope
silver and gray, thirst and fascination
the wound clock at the bottom of toil
rescued myths of anarchy's juice on the finger's of haunting agitation
worthy deeds of golden thoughts for the life of another foil
panic and surety to lead again?
the road to judgment was found with a simple mind
the race of fits and vitamins of hate, paying a devil in the wind
now that we are, where are we to see for avarice's blind?
why, have you, have would forgotten the name of just's babe?
for a living flame of conscience and the martyr of since
senses from a handshake that salted the notion of the grave
meaning shrewd eyes know the where with all of a sight to give...
where have I been, to know and to keep the dour knowledge I offer?
persistent, a laugh of vaunted encouragement of the banal spite that mine
like a drop of honor in the sands of time that excused a prophet
many names wander, many liars wonder, many gifts of limits to the sign
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Lust In The Shoes Of Gaeity Finding Proud?
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