WINE AND GATES
Listen To Me In Shadows Of Reason, Or Walls
death defying
the lover of a signal in the tree's
the furor over salted wishes, the funny way we excuse the trying
lies and the alternate door on the few, the walk with angry ...
mesmeral, the future in our frowns
the wake of a dim thought, in the conscience of a terrible so
comprised to defend, the make and the mutual ordeal, the knowledge
of crude versus worthlessness, in a hap of fortunes, dough
is the record of a not, the miles of integrity that make us a for
hind and the all of a keeping will, the fascination of method
for the press of condoned sanity in your mind, the place of a war
is made, the confirmation for the sulking of history, and aches odd
tree, tree
the moments until I become a me
the wealth you show, the cope in the forward I make anarchy
is this bridge over the nuance elect, or is this change of seasons for the lead
of a horizon with a culling name, the tout
of teach versus an angel of read or requiem
the further yawn, the orchestration of a song in the route
of an angrier soul than you, the mire of passion to live again
so sweet, the count of jaded oil, in the few of selection we dwell
the meal of compriseal, the feel of decision to hell
in the mouth of sincerity to find, the muses of gall and the speak of a new hill
flowers with easy names, show the world a funny face, and these are no hearts to melt
shame is indeed a two way street, the victims of noble matrimony
and the care of a simpler kiss in the mix, this warmth of vision, and the myth of anon
in the way of a sin, to finish the merit of an even simpler song of liberty
that touched knuckle, this brushed hide, and that smile of dimness, is all wrong ...
when is a naked jest for the blessing of destiny to use, the came hold?
of a choice in virtue over the cough of neglect, in these wills and the future of shrill
screams of vows, and the heart of how, is a lip to when in the remembrance of years cold
quiver with me in the now? the pandering of such and the murder in your steps, will ...
the lover of a signal in the tree's
the furor over salted wishes, the funny way we excuse the trying
lies and the alternate door on the few, the walk with angry ...
mesmeral, the future in our frowns
the wake of a dim thought, in the conscience of a terrible so
comprised to defend, the make and the mutual ordeal, the knowledge
of crude versus worthlessness, in a hap of fortunes, dough
is the record of a not, the miles of integrity that make us a for
hind and the all of a keeping will, the fascination of method
for the press of condoned sanity in your mind, the place of a war
is made, the confirmation for the sulking of history, and aches odd
tree, tree
the moments until I become a me
the wealth you show, the cope in the forward I make anarchy
is this bridge over the nuance elect, or is this change of seasons for the lead
of a horizon with a culling name, the tout
of teach versus an angel of read or requiem
the further yawn, the orchestration of a song in the route
of an angrier soul than you, the mire of passion to live again
so sweet, the count of jaded oil, in the few of selection we dwell
the meal of compriseal, the feel of decision to hell
in the mouth of sincerity to find, the muses of gall and the speak of a new hill
flowers with easy names, show the world a funny face, and these are no hearts to melt
shame is indeed a two way street, the victims of noble matrimony
and the care of a simpler kiss in the mix, this warmth of vision, and the myth of anon
in the way of a sin, to finish the merit of an even simpler song of liberty
that touched knuckle, this brushed hide, and that smile of dimness, is all wrong ...
when is a naked jest for the blessing of destiny to use, the came hold?
of a choice in virtue over the cough of neglect, in these wills and the future of shrill
screams of vows, and the heart of how, is a lip to when in the remembrance of years cold
quiver with me in the now? the pandering of such and the murder in your steps, will ...
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Listen To Me In Shadows Of Reason, Or Walls
Listen To Me In Shadows Of Reason, Or Walls