WINE AND GATES
Candid Ears And Monkey Bones Still...
precise, the voice of an amazed world
instinct and conclusions in vexed arms, the tongue
of reality for resistance, the vices of nuance heard
would, these hands of persuasion and the all of sate, haven't among?
the feet of suicide, and the miles until joy is a hap
your portrayal of side lined kisses and the hiss of comparison
is the mete of a new day, the more we seek the truth, the more we laugh
at the farce of dim and still compliance of a just, future for the miles won
a jump to reason, in season?
your hat full of breeds and the aching sneeze of seed at wisdom, hell
where we're the weird way a salty demeanor has the victory of a stone and its legion
of cultured shadows, the pain in the caress of a cheek and its welt...
leaps of faith, into an imagined fire of sobriety, for a callous tin to prosper...
the talking of worth, is our meat and potato, in missive liberty...
the count of blindness for a strange integrity to keep, the disease serves...
as the shrewd eyes of dilemma devour the soul, in all sex is a live's puberty...
doesn't sound too bad, nowadays, huh?
then and there, the life of an impossible taste in divine courage
essence for sedition in the mention of issues of could, if not the cult of some's
smoke and a byre of water to inhale, for a promised tooth at the world's rage...
places of share, paces of shed...
eyes on the prize, of pride and the height
of a soul to take, to the hate of sincerity to the charity of metal, which is
when you have it all, the past with the life of ask, is a wayward salt in all the right?
instinct and conclusions in vexed arms, the tongue
of reality for resistance, the vices of nuance heard
would, these hands of persuasion and the all of sate, haven't among?
the feet of suicide, and the miles until joy is a hap
your portrayal of side lined kisses and the hiss of comparison
is the mete of a new day, the more we seek the truth, the more we laugh
at the farce of dim and still compliance of a just, future for the miles won
a jump to reason, in season?
your hat full of breeds and the aching sneeze of seed at wisdom, hell
where we're the weird way a salty demeanor has the victory of a stone and its legion
of cultured shadows, the pain in the caress of a cheek and its welt...
leaps of faith, into an imagined fire of sobriety, for a callous tin to prosper...
the talking of worth, is our meat and potato, in missive liberty...
the count of blindness for a strange integrity to keep, the disease serves...
as the shrewd eyes of dilemma devour the soul, in all sex is a live's puberty...
doesn't sound too bad, nowadays, huh?
then and there, the life of an impossible taste in divine courage
essence for sedition in the mention of issues of could, if not the cult of some's
smoke and a byre of water to inhale, for a promised tooth at the world's rage...
places of share, paces of shed...
eyes on the prize, of pride and the height
of a soul to take, to the hate of sincerity to the charity of metal, which is
when you have it all, the past with the life of ask, is a wayward salt in all the right?
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Candid Ears And Monkey Bones Still...
Candid Ears And Monkey Bones Still...
