WINE AND GATES
Livid And Avid Tone To An Ordinary Day (Eh?)
So to salt, the evening of a miserable day
The tout of your balance, and the nay of your sanity in concern
Come for the heart of simplicity to seed the will's of youth's safety
In these ways do we know you, the count of deeds come to lucid earn
Day of serious threat's, to the dismay of other's
Conjuring forth the vice's and enticed spirit of qualm, meted to finish
The breadth of justice seen, and provoked to move amid certainty's lover's
For a moment of hatred to distill the life of passion's cure, to relinquish...
Salutes of fear, and the escape of duty into a notorious realm
Oft seen, virtue eaten with a prudish vigor, the taste of liberty
An indemnic hour to sour at the touch of history, for a baring health
Of soul , mind and body come, to see the resolution of future anarchy's
We hear you knock at our door, but there is now no one there
Except for the personality of chance, and the seed of culmination to view
The destiny of us, in a language of farce and difference to the norm, may heir
Is our response, that is the clash of vestige intoned, for an honor to who
But the taste of salt remains, to secret us away to their vaunted blessing's
Have and to hold, the course of a new day, with a bared soul
Come to seek the promises of generality voiced, in these vast holding's oft lessening
The paces of impression to vouch for, the coming decision's of roles
The tout of your balance, and the nay of your sanity in concern
Come for the heart of simplicity to seed the will's of youth's safety
In these ways do we know you, the count of deeds come to lucid earn
Day of serious threat's, to the dismay of other's
Conjuring forth the vice's and enticed spirit of qualm, meted to finish
The breadth of justice seen, and provoked to move amid certainty's lover's
For a moment of hatred to distill the life of passion's cure, to relinquish...
Salutes of fear, and the escape of duty into a notorious realm
Oft seen, virtue eaten with a prudish vigor, the taste of liberty
An indemnic hour to sour at the touch of history, for a baring health
Of soul , mind and body come, to see the resolution of future anarchy's
We hear you knock at our door, but there is now no one there
Except for the personality of chance, and the seed of culmination to view
The destiny of us, in a language of farce and difference to the norm, may heir
Is our response, that is the clash of vestige intoned, for an honor to who
But the taste of salt remains, to secret us away to their vaunted blessing's
Have and to hold, the course of a new day, with a bared soul
Come to seek the promises of generality voiced, in these vast holding's oft lessening
The paces of impression to vouch for, the coming decision's of roles
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Livid And Avid Tone To An Ordinary Day (Eh?)
Livid And Avid Tone To An Ordinary Day (Eh?)
