WINE AND GATES
Rather The Band, Then The Diamonty
quality of a shared lips
eggs that duty to wood, the stars of demonstration
is a clash of semblance, the stoic turn of a whit?
here is your deed of salt, in the sallow where with all of sin?
the trait of deliverance
isn't the take of sanity the cause of liberty in your shadow
the tale to be told, we are the silent and meager thought for sex
in the sparseness of a loosed chance of a hollow glow?
your guess is as angel to mine
worth your doll of song, the role of haunts and the argument of since
this wish in the mirk of sides and the Christ of measure and like
the boat of gall, is a prayer to the shape of things to come, lend
land is for us to create the sense in a season
the not of courage, if not the knot of wrought of sincerity
the future is a lacking breed of sweeter reasons
the place of sunshine, is ours for a shrewd destiny
quick and to the poise
who is to deliberate the nuance of a cant of levity?
candor is a muse of shame, where are you in the lips of choice
was not this hill of communion, the taste of a new liberty?
we are the people of exception in the mix
we are the people of myth to stipulate a naked reason for time
we are the people of patience to seek the knowledge of courts of what is
we are the people of at this day, is a rage of honor to estimate thine...?
eggs that duty to wood, the stars of demonstration
is a clash of semblance, the stoic turn of a whit?
here is your deed of salt, in the sallow where with all of sin?
the trait of deliverance
isn't the take of sanity the cause of liberty in your shadow
the tale to be told, we are the silent and meager thought for sex
in the sparseness of a loosed chance of a hollow glow?
your guess is as angel to mine
worth your doll of song, the role of haunts and the argument of since
this wish in the mirk of sides and the Christ of measure and like
the boat of gall, is a prayer to the shape of things to come, lend
land is for us to create the sense in a season
the not of courage, if not the knot of wrought of sincerity
the future is a lacking breed of sweeter reasons
the place of sunshine, is ours for a shrewd destiny
quick and to the poise
who is to deliberate the nuance of a cant of levity?
candor is a muse of shame, where are you in the lips of choice
was not this hill of communion, the taste of a new liberty?
we are the people of exception in the mix
we are the people of myth to stipulate a naked reason for time
we are the people of patience to seek the knowledge of courts of what is
we are the people of at this day, is a rage of honor to estimate thine...?
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Rather The Band, Then The Diamonty
Rather The Band, Then The Diamonty
