WINE AND GATES
Panic In The Yesterdays Of Our Best Laid Panics
can't guards and hard sits?
if to collect, the are in the can, of shared
mists of time, to correct even the simplest
of stars in your name, the art of handsome hosts for where
is the power in tongues, more than a care in the wind?
forever many, the salt it took to keep a legend before the eye
since how and never, nowhere is a satisfactory answer, a light before kin
if but a soul to consider, your have in my save, like the waiting sign's
problems, problems, problems
for the tour of can, in our hearts if the sanity of others
where the call to ages, is been, the candor of riches for them
instinct and habit for a rage, the tell tale form to question, is actual worth?
taller, the smile on a god promised to us
the angels of reach and the sour need of courage in the milling, we know to be
for out the clash of whimsy to tell, is an our of ours, the condition of cause?
immediately, the capable with the luck of honesty in the wind anew, and a key
shall we merit even the smallest of guesses in the order of since, we kept to ilk
is the brace of guarantee, the halting show of dour minds?
if to continue with but avarice's friendship in hold, the power to revere care's milk
where the miles show, the cant with the hands of onto and untoward, the hill of day's lies
saviors choice?
marriage under the nose of curses seen, for an eclectic chance with all?
misery in the hark of wishes to come, of regret to sing in a new voice?
will we be but simpler forms of control to see, the pathway to houses of a universes falling?
praise and pages of duty, curtness to devour our thoughts on a hip, if not sip of language
if to all, and the moreover seclusion to come, for any soul worth their sanity
isn't us in the care of otherwise thus, to remember the least of sense as passions legend
poorer than youth, we saved every thought of truth for the breath of others, in their vanity...
clutch of jewels, left to me in the names of oddity
math of sincerity for the hairs of intendancy, where a half is requiem to cope
the am with the same of dread in our bellys, for an answer of steel and the vision of any
can we sit once more, the saviors of cold needs in the gray of worsts, is to serve hope?
if to collect, the are in the can, of shared
mists of time, to correct even the simplest
of stars in your name, the art of handsome hosts for where
is the power in tongues, more than a care in the wind?
forever many, the salt it took to keep a legend before the eye
since how and never, nowhere is a satisfactory answer, a light before kin
if but a soul to consider, your have in my save, like the waiting sign's
problems, problems, problems
for the tour of can, in our hearts if the sanity of others
where the call to ages, is been, the candor of riches for them
instinct and habit for a rage, the tell tale form to question, is actual worth?
taller, the smile on a god promised to us
the angels of reach and the sour need of courage in the milling, we know to be
for out the clash of whimsy to tell, is an our of ours, the condition of cause?
immediately, the capable with the luck of honesty in the wind anew, and a key
shall we merit even the smallest of guesses in the order of since, we kept to ilk
is the brace of guarantee, the halting show of dour minds?
if to continue with but avarice's friendship in hold, the power to revere care's milk
where the miles show, the cant with the hands of onto and untoward, the hill of day's lies
saviors choice?
marriage under the nose of curses seen, for an eclectic chance with all?
misery in the hark of wishes to come, of regret to sing in a new voice?
will we be but simpler forms of control to see, the pathway to houses of a universes falling?
praise and pages of duty, curtness to devour our thoughts on a hip, if not sip of language
if to all, and the moreover seclusion to come, for any soul worth their sanity
isn't us in the care of otherwise thus, to remember the least of sense as passions legend
poorer than youth, we saved every thought of truth for the breath of others, in their vanity...
clutch of jewels, left to me in the names of oddity
math of sincerity for the hairs of intendancy, where a half is requiem to cope
the am with the same of dread in our bellys, for an answer of steel and the vision of any
can we sit once more, the saviors of cold needs in the gray of worsts, is to serve hope?
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Panic In The Yesterdays Of Our Best Laid Panics
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