WINE AND GATES
Sound Familiar, The Hark Of Silent Hill's ...
met, misery, meant
the beauty in the ants eyes, the left
on in order to swords of theirs, by scent
we know the did for the during, the bell of heft
radios with a diction for a hardship's silence
on the turning hands of guardians, the nuisance of a ring...
in the virgin years of gait, the toes of mercy's instance
these paltry songs and advertisements know the world settling...
shin and television would like to know, the bliss of tolled own
these seasons for the teaching of eden, is your cup of arsenic...?
the method to a radical use of the sign's of chance we thought the reach of burden
of further tin for might, the salt in the talk of yonder which...?
and where the tart enter for a questioning nickel, the truth in your future
heeding the toilet of wishes foreout the greater shade's of need
this onus of seasons of contingency, empathy and oddity to assure
the cool exterior of hearts the survival of the painstaking muse of seed
mothers of invention and the father of time...
yet childhood's of dimples and the order of the lank
in the twist of doors we thought a berry, too hairy to live up to, thine
temple of sour digits, the expectation of comparison for the mystery stank
we ate the angry fish, we rhymed with the itch...
secure in the void of belly's and the riddance of hill's of barely the wishes
imminent history's of courage for a monster to live on the back of with
is the sense to regard the world a little for of this, then these issues
diseases with elbows on the table, think the favor
the future of nudity in the market, the shining of fly's
where the hair of count, tactless odor for a fist's fable
ancient means to an end of cleverness's will to die, had mendacity's wry's...
the beauty in the ants eyes, the left
on in order to swords of theirs, by scent
we know the did for the during, the bell of heft
radios with a diction for a hardship's silence
on the turning hands of guardians, the nuisance of a ring...
in the virgin years of gait, the toes of mercy's instance
these paltry songs and advertisements know the world settling...
shin and television would like to know, the bliss of tolled own
these seasons for the teaching of eden, is your cup of arsenic...?
the method to a radical use of the sign's of chance we thought the reach of burden
of further tin for might, the salt in the talk of yonder which...?
and where the tart enter for a questioning nickel, the truth in your future
heeding the toilet of wishes foreout the greater shade's of need
this onus of seasons of contingency, empathy and oddity to assure
the cool exterior of hearts the survival of the painstaking muse of seed
mothers of invention and the father of time...
yet childhood's of dimples and the order of the lank
in the twist of doors we thought a berry, too hairy to live up to, thine
temple of sour digits, the expectation of comparison for the mystery stank
we ate the angry fish, we rhymed with the itch...
secure in the void of belly's and the riddance of hill's of barely the wishes
imminent history's of courage for a monster to live on the back of with
is the sense to regard the world a little for of this, then these issues
diseases with elbows on the table, think the favor
the future of nudity in the market, the shining of fly's
where the hair of count, tactless odor for a fist's fable
ancient means to an end of cleverness's will to die, had mendacity's wry's...
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Sound Familiar, The Hark Of Silent Hill`s ...
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