WINE AND GATES
Excuse The Mess, Make Up The Rest, Orpheus
talking to walls, the wherefore in our hinds
the role of vision for all, announced with a smile
the laughter of other's, in sates we saw it climb
to a chastity of versions, of the truth for a while
the right to be terrified, the slight of vantage
in a realized sorts, comes the nature of kingdom come
intangible as a road to furors sense is, the twist of rage
is a burden best left to seniority of causes, and home?
chaste and when, a smile will collect a coin for a candle, chewing
a sweet none, for the breath of history and its vengeances won
the martyrs of somberness and the philosophy of care, in the spill of youing
is but a sign of a choice in silences, that are a reality under the gun
words to live, flames of virtue in dreams odd enough to kind
the silence you heard was for a name in the squalor of others
to live and live again for the door of substance that has a lip sublime
been the exaction of needless kisses and the aren't of what hisses, found weird
now is the trying of a sense
to find liberty and the hidden chance of heed in a grim surrounding
asked to be a role of naked same, the power to kill and to lame, went
with a thumb to the rise of the sun in clarity for you, another soul to sing
why?
did you notice a hap of change in the miles to a harrowing advent of sin
in a hardship of tomorrow to give, the some's of a final side
to these icy stares and mated futures of glares, we still the very essence of winds
the role of vision for all, announced with a smile
the laughter of other's, in sates we saw it climb
to a chastity of versions, of the truth for a while
the right to be terrified, the slight of vantage
in a realized sorts, comes the nature of kingdom come
intangible as a road to furors sense is, the twist of rage
is a burden best left to seniority of causes, and home?
chaste and when, a smile will collect a coin for a candle, chewing
a sweet none, for the breath of history and its vengeances won
the martyrs of somberness and the philosophy of care, in the spill of youing
is but a sign of a choice in silences, that are a reality under the gun
words to live, flames of virtue in dreams odd enough to kind
the silence you heard was for a name in the squalor of others
to live and live again for the door of substance that has a lip sublime
been the exaction of needless kisses and the aren't of what hisses, found weird
now is the trying of a sense
to find liberty and the hidden chance of heed in a grim surrounding
asked to be a role of naked same, the power to kill and to lame, went
with a thumb to the rise of the sun in clarity for you, another soul to sing
why?
did you notice a hap of change in the miles to a harrowing advent of sin
in a hardship of tomorrow to give, the some's of a final side
to these icy stares and mated futures of glares, we still the very essence of winds
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Excuse The Mess, Make Up The Rest, Orpheus
Excuse The Mess, Make Up The Rest, Orpheus
