WINE AND GATES
Lips Of Steel, Pride Before Death, Shadows Named Mere
myriad, myriad, myriad
thoughts of worth, in the wealth of composure not
to few in the scowl of regret, we make in the had
if to correct the all of a soring muse for the cant, wrath?
isn't
them fruits of care, and the asking price of show
the horror of semblance for keeps, the meant
shunned from the brace of assumption, we tell it like it is, owed
kind, if not kings
the error of hair and the snatch of risen years
to finger but the bell of response offered for a meaning
of winks and the pink style of charisma that is a burden of your fears
tales of reach and the mesmeral life of a hell in our sides
the whore of rates and the irate foulness of bitter doors of fool's ajar
if to wind, the metal of curiosity is one hour more, to live in their lies
ink?, sonhood?, whether?, mood's? war?
thank you, is a measure of solutions to fury, no two ways seem twice
good tidings, are a hall mark of song to remember, with the very of unrest to quiet
well being, is a rage of sour needs made the course of a knowing others for simple life's spice
pleased emotions, are a future with a cooler intent, for the bother of more reasons than I
doesn't this blood smell a bit like an acidic egg?
didn't the fires between us, keep the miles of remaining smiles in your wishes?
dread and the dream of a time capsule with my heart in it, have the triumph of virginity?
done, to the gird of angels and the air of again, we have castrated the season of issues?
who is, who wash rooms, who fascists, who columns of steam?
care, mine neither except for the season of resources in our somewhat proud midst
love is a caring letter, to know for a risen door of vision in the ilk and hinted means
more than else, we see the road to redemption in its call, and well, perhaps the older is
pans and hands for the more we reflect, in the begin
if to direct the head to crimes of passion, in the calm of requiem to know, the ancient
if to correct itself, the honor of where and when to, liberty and sin
mustily I have your faith, in the smoked meat in your back pocket, ordeals of passion didn't?
one more thing before we grow old and go
the all of curiosity in our facts and the prayer of acts to come
ably we know you, for a silence above all else, and the our of when to know
the clash of supposition found, in the eyes of regret will, someday...
thoughts of worth, in the wealth of composure not
to few in the scowl of regret, we make in the had
if to correct the all of a soring muse for the cant, wrath?
isn't
them fruits of care, and the asking price of show
the horror of semblance for keeps, the meant
shunned from the brace of assumption, we tell it like it is, owed
kind, if not kings
the error of hair and the snatch of risen years
to finger but the bell of response offered for a meaning
of winks and the pink style of charisma that is a burden of your fears
tales of reach and the mesmeral life of a hell in our sides
the whore of rates and the irate foulness of bitter doors of fool's ajar
if to wind, the metal of curiosity is one hour more, to live in their lies
ink?, sonhood?, whether?, mood's? war?
thank you, is a measure of solutions to fury, no two ways seem twice
good tidings, are a hall mark of song to remember, with the very of unrest to quiet
well being, is a rage of sour needs made the course of a knowing others for simple life's spice
pleased emotions, are a future with a cooler intent, for the bother of more reasons than I
doesn't this blood smell a bit like an acidic egg?
didn't the fires between us, keep the miles of remaining smiles in your wishes?
dread and the dream of a time capsule with my heart in it, have the triumph of virginity?
done, to the gird of angels and the air of again, we have castrated the season of issues?
who is, who wash rooms, who fascists, who columns of steam?
care, mine neither except for the season of resources in our somewhat proud midst
love is a caring letter, to know for a risen door of vision in the ilk and hinted means
more than else, we see the road to redemption in its call, and well, perhaps the older is
pans and hands for the more we reflect, in the begin
if to direct the head to crimes of passion, in the calm of requiem to know, the ancient
if to correct itself, the honor of where and when to, liberty and sin
mustily I have your faith, in the smoked meat in your back pocket, ordeals of passion didn't?
one more thing before we grow old and go
the all of curiosity in our facts and the prayer of acts to come
ably we know you, for a silence above all else, and the our of when to know
the clash of supposition found, in the eyes of regret will, someday...
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Lips Of Steel, Pride Before Death, Shadows Named Mere
Lips Of Steel, Pride Before Death, Shadows Named Mere
