WINE AND GATES
A Penny With Eyes Kisses Like Pleasure
please, pleas, plea
the fever of cold now, in a harping side
intellect to furor, if any to sigh, he
is a craving for secret's that has no said wry
ilk?
form to slavery in the drastic measure of voice to come
the purse for the sack of reasons in the few, to like a future silk
them toes to the north of sorrow, have the distinct odor of risks for thumb
ley, the share of cool insight
these are the all to found if love is in the round
them to horrors, we remember the colting riddle of might
is a sandwich the starting place for a kiss or is the vice of sound?
huh?
you don't know what the hell that was?
immediate, the honor of courages in the skill of love, to realize a dumb
thought for an asking price for the knowledge of fish in the sweat and dust
busy, or lousy
the music in your knuckles and the role of driven ideas
if a collect tone of vision that you did see, for a lord of cowardice
in the mission to the mercy we evoke for a monster to live in the pity, care has been free
life, or waiting so far
the craze for angels and their nots, is a fresher step in the direction of wills
to come, for the selection of Christian folds of difference, punk and lucky far
the dole of our awkward share, is a raging monument to clashes of some pill
succor is you, funky is me
liberate the milk of decency for a firm nose, and you have the sense of rises
of conscience in the keep of an ugliness for the heat
if to riddle but anew, we know the answer, a lick of sin in the eye, is always pisces
shaking a tree known only as survival, tickles
the anguish of saviors is in the here after, to think, we make ruses
of vexation for the song of heathens in the gray, of savages that know hell
mystery once and for all, liberates bruises
the fever of cold now, in a harping side
intellect to furor, if any to sigh, he
is a craving for secret's that has no said wry
ilk?
form to slavery in the drastic measure of voice to come
the purse for the sack of reasons in the few, to like a future silk
them toes to the north of sorrow, have the distinct odor of risks for thumb
ley, the share of cool insight
these are the all to found if love is in the round
them to horrors, we remember the colting riddle of might
is a sandwich the starting place for a kiss or is the vice of sound?
huh?
you don't know what the hell that was?
immediate, the honor of courages in the skill of love, to realize a dumb
thought for an asking price for the knowledge of fish in the sweat and dust
busy, or lousy
the music in your knuckles and the role of driven ideas
if a collect tone of vision that you did see, for a lord of cowardice
in the mission to the mercy we evoke for a monster to live in the pity, care has been free
life, or waiting so far
the craze for angels and their nots, is a fresher step in the direction of wills
to come, for the selection of Christian folds of difference, punk and lucky far
the dole of our awkward share, is a raging monument to clashes of some pill
succor is you, funky is me
liberate the milk of decency for a firm nose, and you have the sense of rises
of conscience in the keep of an ugliness for the heat
if to riddle but anew, we know the answer, a lick of sin in the eye, is always pisces
shaking a tree known only as survival, tickles
the anguish of saviors is in the here after, to think, we make ruses
of vexation for the song of heathens in the gray, of savages that know hell
mystery once and for all, liberates bruises
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A Penny With Eyes Kisses Like Pleasure
A Penny With Eyes Kisses Like Pleasure