WINE AND GATES
What Was Music Is Know More?
which he poor
the talking in the even
ink on the pillow, ink in the warmth
of a place to show for heathen
satisfied to reach for the last...
at more, the total of a worth
these days of going, coming and chastity
have a cigarette for the mirth
seldom seen lions in the kiss
where a moment is a traded look
for the sincerity to know the business
of a whole reason to ne'er do well the kind took
that neglected note of yearning, atone in the arms
the sated mother of invention is a small favor to the day
deemed a succor, this courtesy of semblances of guile warms
the task at hand is never all, but owe the wish of any
guaranteed to beckon to the coil of mortal care
the bells of simplicity show the hair of an estranged mind
the wait for seclusion of the spirit is a cancer of mayhem
confused, don't put a gun in your mouth, unless a religion
the combed hair of avarice
in the mirror of angenue, the truth to be told a lie
is a quiet town the dragon of reknown, try the spice
where the sincere tomorrow of a treacle is to why?
worlds away, the cloud of anger is an angel to keep
the sigh of crass needs at unity of breed, is a word
risk the ordeal of shame with a gift of a liberty to weep
and you shall see the role of a reach for life obscured
the talking in the even
ink on the pillow, ink in the warmth
of a place to show for heathen
satisfied to reach for the last...
at more, the total of a worth
these days of going, coming and chastity
have a cigarette for the mirth
seldom seen lions in the kiss
where a moment is a traded look
for the sincerity to know the business
of a whole reason to ne'er do well the kind took
that neglected note of yearning, atone in the arms
the sated mother of invention is a small favor to the day
deemed a succor, this courtesy of semblances of guile warms
the task at hand is never all, but owe the wish of any
guaranteed to beckon to the coil of mortal care
the bells of simplicity show the hair of an estranged mind
the wait for seclusion of the spirit is a cancer of mayhem
confused, don't put a gun in your mouth, unless a religion
the combed hair of avarice
in the mirror of angenue, the truth to be told a lie
is a quiet town the dragon of reknown, try the spice
where the sincere tomorrow of a treacle is to why?
worlds away, the cloud of anger is an angel to keep
the sigh of crass needs at unity of breed, is a word
risk the ordeal of shame with a gift of a liberty to weep
and you shall see the role of a reach for life obscured
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What Was Music Is Know More?
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