WINE AND GATES
Waking Up With Am, Earning If Asking, Well...
tall to order, tall to fulfil
the steps of history in vanities reach
quests and angel's taken for kisses that will
many more ideas than seen, to know a friendship select by least
houses of shape and distance to destiny
them in love, the tale of purpose beyond us
the taken with the metal we intone, for a heart to compliment, intimacy
of a courage with duress at its mind, the causes of heed to bless
with my name, before a roving eye of substitution
that has no passion before me, the start of a kiss with fear in its since
the strength of numbers on the behalf I know all too well, excuses of amends
the gnarl of thought on the blind and strange page of wishes for subtlety again
proud beginnings to a wishes for angst, the marvel of dismay in our midst?
as made or said for a liberal tooth of reason can be, this step of ordeals has become
with and worth withheld in the name of suppose forsaken, to an identity of is
the terror of suggestion in our presence, the only way to shed a tear for ailing come?
hap, in the limelight of sojourns to the basest of emotions, we have no sleep
complete to empathy for a joyful need to be a day, the scared eyes of duty to follow
has seen fright to be a languoring here and after of sincerity to run, and run for sought, seek
has risen to the example of survival, of a dread future in the pathway of sin, somehow hallowed
your first before your last, the secret of a small bird in the nature of misery's window
actual life for the aged honor to serve itself the semblance of suffering, to know a flower
by the name we hide, from the bitterness of ourselves, and the oddities of others
memory, is my name still the reach anywhere of exaction made, isn't a name fame all to offer?
away with the dark form of malevolency we suggest is a rational of summation
took heroes, thoughts queerness and doldrums nearness to the exaction to the bone
asked for energies to orchestrate the simplest of rhymes and reasons, legends of skin
fury to each in the belly of secluded irony, that is no anger, but exaction of bests sewn
the steps of history in vanities reach
quests and angel's taken for kisses that will
many more ideas than seen, to know a friendship select by least
houses of shape and distance to destiny
them in love, the tale of purpose beyond us
the taken with the metal we intone, for a heart to compliment, intimacy
of a courage with duress at its mind, the causes of heed to bless
with my name, before a roving eye of substitution
that has no passion before me, the start of a kiss with fear in its since
the strength of numbers on the behalf I know all too well, excuses of amends
the gnarl of thought on the blind and strange page of wishes for subtlety again
proud beginnings to a wishes for angst, the marvel of dismay in our midst?
as made or said for a liberal tooth of reason can be, this step of ordeals has become
with and worth withheld in the name of suppose forsaken, to an identity of is
the terror of suggestion in our presence, the only way to shed a tear for ailing come?
hap, in the limelight of sojourns to the basest of emotions, we have no sleep
complete to empathy for a joyful need to be a day, the scared eyes of duty to follow
has seen fright to be a languoring here and after of sincerity to run, and run for sought, seek
has risen to the example of survival, of a dread future in the pathway of sin, somehow hallowed
your first before your last, the secret of a small bird in the nature of misery's window
actual life for the aged honor to serve itself the semblance of suffering, to know a flower
by the name we hide, from the bitterness of ourselves, and the oddities of others
memory, is my name still the reach anywhere of exaction made, isn't a name fame all to offer?
away with the dark form of malevolency we suggest is a rational of summation
took heroes, thoughts queerness and doldrums nearness to the exaction to the bone
asked for energies to orchestrate the simplest of rhymes and reasons, legends of skin
fury to each in the belly of secluded irony, that is no anger, but exaction of bests sewn
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Waking Up With Am, Earning If Asking, Well...
Waking Up With Am, Earning If Asking, Well...