WINE AND GATES
Kicked The Table, Ticked The Kable, For You
macaroni and cheese
still bent spoons, in the spareness of a room
wither, blister and peel, for cease
the waking of seldom in our sides, the question of anger's loom
was this bowl of heed, the heaven we assume?
the tale is long and complex, most fall asleep
in the breed of cheese, in the noodles few
but a lingering doubt has shown itself, is this the pride we seek?
bunny with a spent penny, dog with a nursery's rattle
sugar from a turtles kiss, the worry of man to stand, for a bruised ego
the luck we show, tis' the season of aches and pains for a wealth
the lover's of unique tries in the sand's of time, where the glare of held...
children with a terrible look to them, the knowledge of monstrosity's
in the dim earth to come, a shadow of problems to solve
with a pinch of pepper and the hip of a juice in toe, essentiality's
all for a wagering future in the talk, the balk of courage to have, a driven soul
eat your fill, cheap was a method in the reign, of thoughts?
for the needs of many, in the place of courtesy to evil
the right to mend, in means of youths and the wish of days hot
the sun has reached for the night, and no one stands in its way, well...
the times are a changing wheel, the presence of mind to count
for the table to scrap, the safety in numbers of lips of dones and sound
to finish an eye of seldom seen curiosity in the name of more, to flount
the carefulness in the bowl, caution was more than a heart to proud
prepared with love, the take of sacred tools of pasts and the had lies
of a morsel of knowledge in the way of cope, ready to know dread
for out the call, of salt and the hints of days gone by
this message to the liberty of many, is more than a meet for the head
like harrowed eyes we know the tooth
sweet and prepared with lifes forte in the shell's of candor
where the only known purpose is to select a change in the ages, youth
is a sour mission to the nerves of correction of the simplest of worlds
still bent spoons, in the spareness of a room
wither, blister and peel, for cease
the waking of seldom in our sides, the question of anger's loom
was this bowl of heed, the heaven we assume?
the tale is long and complex, most fall asleep
in the breed of cheese, in the noodles few
but a lingering doubt has shown itself, is this the pride we seek?
bunny with a spent penny, dog with a nursery's rattle
sugar from a turtles kiss, the worry of man to stand, for a bruised ego
the luck we show, tis' the season of aches and pains for a wealth
the lover's of unique tries in the sand's of time, where the glare of held...
children with a terrible look to them, the knowledge of monstrosity's
in the dim earth to come, a shadow of problems to solve
with a pinch of pepper and the hip of a juice in toe, essentiality's
all for a wagering future in the talk, the balk of courage to have, a driven soul
eat your fill, cheap was a method in the reign, of thoughts?
for the needs of many, in the place of courtesy to evil
the right to mend, in means of youths and the wish of days hot
the sun has reached for the night, and no one stands in its way, well...
the times are a changing wheel, the presence of mind to count
for the table to scrap, the safety in numbers of lips of dones and sound
to finish an eye of seldom seen curiosity in the name of more, to flount
the carefulness in the bowl, caution was more than a heart to proud
prepared with love, the take of sacred tools of pasts and the had lies
of a morsel of knowledge in the way of cope, ready to know dread
for out the call, of salt and the hints of days gone by
this message to the liberty of many, is more than a meet for the head
like harrowed eyes we know the tooth
sweet and prepared with lifes forte in the shell's of candor
where the only known purpose is to select a change in the ages, youth
is a sour mission to the nerves of correction of the simplest of worlds
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Kicked The Table, Ticked The Kable, For You
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