WINE AND GATES
Bound The Faster In A Rage, Why Me?
bury the song
in another's heart
the laughing crowd, the clown in the wrong
we nary the faery you saw to notoriously start
welcome to hell
the right to live in the shadows of virtue
the might to quell the sight of survived bells
of vows made, in the let of your reasons, who?
persons of neglect, in the reign of solitude
the right side of calamity, for a new rhyme of your hate
presume the obvious and the way will seek jude
for a quicker means to a city's end, sate
where do we do, and where have we been?
lined up against a wall of flowers, for the rest of our sight
we know the trying, like a herald is made in the distance, a horizon
the mind to live by, the tooth of call and the rued night ...
of a small kiss on the hand of driven minds
the labor of love is all and considered the truth
patience be a dull one, made for the realer of kinds
does this star make you want to break for it, youth
a record with no place to go ...
the soul you show, the more you have sewn
is a larger than life stillness of the worth, of ...
complete the anarchy to save it, like a head grown
in another's heart
the laughing crowd, the clown in the wrong
we nary the faery you saw to notoriously start
welcome to hell
the right to live in the shadows of virtue
the might to quell the sight of survived bells
of vows made, in the let of your reasons, who?
persons of neglect, in the reign of solitude
the right side of calamity, for a new rhyme of your hate
presume the obvious and the way will seek jude
for a quicker means to a city's end, sate
where do we do, and where have we been?
lined up against a wall of flowers, for the rest of our sight
we know the trying, like a herald is made in the distance, a horizon
the mind to live by, the tooth of call and the rued night ...
of a small kiss on the hand of driven minds
the labor of love is all and considered the truth
patience be a dull one, made for the realer of kinds
does this star make you want to break for it, youth
a record with no place to go ...
the soul you show, the more you have sewn
is a larger than life stillness of the worth, of ...
complete the anarchy to save it, like a head grown
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Bound The Faster In A Rage, Why Me?
Bound The Faster In A Rage, Why Me?
