WINE AND GATES
Dance, Welts, Issues, To Egg And His Arm
like the riddles in your vain's?
we stole the myriad myths in the dirt
the lapse of condition into a petite rains
where the smell of cyanide is dread and deafening, the world hurt...
panic for the angels, for your about to make them
the cold in your eye, the sink of flem for a shape of things to continue
the gone of sensation and the art of honor at your fingertips
this disease of consciences is in the form of a lip or a life to rue...?
the tongue of God's hold
the measure of simplicity on the other side of your heart
in the stirring acumen with a light, if not the road
to beauty for a song, leaving your hand as we speak, show the stare tart
pretty girls save sausage from a vampire by letting it eat
vampires with a doll in the eye, live for the exceptions of another, burden of snot
bugs with a wind to kill, have the drive of a mind to bread
the nature of seduction is yours for a brother, like corn we potentially...
time here, is a golden gem, the price of which is a pie
in the middle of the journey to liberty, the situation is at a cross
Christ found the plate of hominy especially appealing, and anarchy for a nye...
pause or die, you son of a toss...
which turns out to be, answer the dole
the liking here in your after, the taste in hell
why did the angel die on the head of a pin anyway?
because he isn't alive anyhow, where a suicide is a smelly when...
we stole the myriad myths in the dirt
the lapse of condition into a petite rains
where the smell of cyanide is dread and deafening, the world hurt...
panic for the angels, for your about to make them
the cold in your eye, the sink of flem for a shape of things to continue
the gone of sensation and the art of honor at your fingertips
this disease of consciences is in the form of a lip or a life to rue...?
the tongue of God's hold
the measure of simplicity on the other side of your heart
in the stirring acumen with a light, if not the road
to beauty for a song, leaving your hand as we speak, show the stare tart
pretty girls save sausage from a vampire by letting it eat
vampires with a doll in the eye, live for the exceptions of another, burden of snot
bugs with a wind to kill, have the drive of a mind to bread
the nature of seduction is yours for a brother, like corn we potentially...
time here, is a golden gem, the price of which is a pie
in the middle of the journey to liberty, the situation is at a cross
Christ found the plate of hominy especially appealing, and anarchy for a nye...
pause or die, you son of a toss...
which turns out to be, answer the dole
the liking here in your after, the taste in hell
why did the angel die on the head of a pin anyway?
because he isn't alive anyhow, where a suicide is a smelly when...
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Dance, Welts, Issues, To Egg And His Arm
Dance, Welts, Issues, To Egg And His Arm
