WINE AND GATES
The Price Of Brass Nowaday's, Sate's None
Happy to know, nothing
Wasted years make wonderful kindred
Liberty at all mocked, is a wealth wanting
Secret's in love with sin, have where to begin lead
And we all fall down...
Hurt's don't it...
Sour grape's make yonder frown's...
Cold shoulder's with a past to prove, know a whit...
Hope is expensive, if you have it to taste
The tell tale bite of symmetry and simplicity
Taken to forms unknown, the travail and the haste
Make a war if so sweet, it's named the prophecy of implicity
Begun?
The worth in a cup, to deserve the image of prosperity
Tooth and nail, the silence to wish an enemy was, as if home
Is a reward from the now, took for shadows and heat of mendacity?
Places and passionate paces, known for a cue
Of sincerity to come, for a required many
Two of somber heed, asking but the courage for outward good
The truth is in the mine, to see the lucre of unity in willful and any...
Habit's and limit's of sensual ideology
With but a kiss to divine the windy stares we assume are
The coping here and adding truth, the tongue of delineage, if not liberty
Come for the eyes you say, are unwarranted by the senses we keep, so far away...
Paradise and the date of a loving life, trying
Actuality in motion, to serve the scope of youth, till usuality's little...
Is anything but a murder in the how, to exact the mouth of lying...
Seen in the anxiety of mires, we come for, the irony of another have at stead's hell
Shares and a house of guarantee's, the truer tradition of vice and the reality of holiness
Made to order, the risen ordeal of uniqueness in love, with the cacophany of evil?
Live and let live? when all you have is the stir of right's to the fates of other's blessed
Caring but the charisma of a universal lip, we see the callous behalf, of another life stilled
Wasted years make wonderful kindred
Liberty at all mocked, is a wealth wanting
Secret's in love with sin, have where to begin lead
And we all fall down...
Hurt's don't it...
Sour grape's make yonder frown's...
Cold shoulder's with a past to prove, know a whit...
Hope is expensive, if you have it to taste
The tell tale bite of symmetry and simplicity
Taken to forms unknown, the travail and the haste
Make a war if so sweet, it's named the prophecy of implicity
Begun?
The worth in a cup, to deserve the image of prosperity
Tooth and nail, the silence to wish an enemy was, as if home
Is a reward from the now, took for shadows and heat of mendacity?
Places and passionate paces, known for a cue
Of sincerity to come, for a required many
Two of somber heed, asking but the courage for outward good
The truth is in the mine, to see the lucre of unity in willful and any...
Habit's and limit's of sensual ideology
With but a kiss to divine the windy stares we assume are
The coping here and adding truth, the tongue of delineage, if not liberty
Come for the eyes you say, are unwarranted by the senses we keep, so far away...
Paradise and the date of a loving life, trying
Actuality in motion, to serve the scope of youth, till usuality's little...
Is anything but a murder in the how, to exact the mouth of lying...
Seen in the anxiety of mires, we come for, the irony of another have at stead's hell
Shares and a house of guarantee's, the truer tradition of vice and the reality of holiness
Made to order, the risen ordeal of uniqueness in love, with the cacophany of evil?
Live and let live? when all you have is the stir of right's to the fates of other's blessed
Caring but the charisma of a universal lip, we see the callous behalf, of another life stilled
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The Price Of Brass Nowaday`s, Sate`s None
The Price Of Brass Nowaday`s, Sate`s None
