WINE AND GATES
Penny's To Like, A Different Psyche
Hell to pay
With the thought's of days
So many ide's for one man to say
Living for heaven above and the all in sight, to gain
Thought's that wander
Thought's that save me from violence
Thought's that know a dream to haunt, there
Thought's that seem a life of their own, right here on the chin
Compose with me a liberty, to seem, the lucre in whole
Having the sense of redoubt, that comes for a needy may
Till we are, the tool's of life we think we are, a meandering dole
Of concensus and the conscience of illness, worth a deed of late
A deed said to be, the tired eye's of simplicity in motion
But nowhere but in my mind, is the truth laid to best's
Angry notion and the mine of sojourn for the right's of men
In the stead of course, time with a place for everything, but the love, lest...
We become the truer days of our forefather's? the toil of sincerity is a phantom's in the gray
We know the more to a giving smile of innocense? with senselessness we see, is a carnal keep
We make the day's divide for the life of proper knowledge? to mean the poise of craven any
We sate the image of hunger for a knotting mar? as if the tongue of power's is one to seek
As for me, I am not in love any more...
Turns of condition into a martyr of such and many, the tooth of risk's finality?
Born to breed's and the further call of youth, to a duty we know the mendacity of war
With a warm and brooking how, that some would say is somewhere with silence for banality
Stupid, isn't it?
Talk, talk and nowhere but back, to a harrowing gift of certainty misplaced by count's
And forward throes of disdain, into a pit of avarice for required mistakes of whit
To know a legend of falicy in the land, see the lover's of guidance give a hand, now
Life with hell to pay
So many thought's to the diverse liberty we know can, but doubt is anything but clout
For a silly name in the rough, to seek the chaste of indignancy for yearning same
Where one focus of an eye on the problem, is two bird's in the bush with a season to pout
With the thought's of days
So many ide's for one man to say
Living for heaven above and the all in sight, to gain
Thought's that wander
Thought's that save me from violence
Thought's that know a dream to haunt, there
Thought's that seem a life of their own, right here on the chin
Compose with me a liberty, to seem, the lucre in whole
Having the sense of redoubt, that comes for a needy may
Till we are, the tool's of life we think we are, a meandering dole
Of concensus and the conscience of illness, worth a deed of late
A deed said to be, the tired eye's of simplicity in motion
But nowhere but in my mind, is the truth laid to best's
Angry notion and the mine of sojourn for the right's of men
In the stead of course, time with a place for everything, but the love, lest...
We become the truer days of our forefather's? the toil of sincerity is a phantom's in the gray
We know the more to a giving smile of innocense? with senselessness we see, is a carnal keep
We make the day's divide for the life of proper knowledge? to mean the poise of craven any
We sate the image of hunger for a knotting mar? as if the tongue of power's is one to seek
As for me, I am not in love any more...
Turns of condition into a martyr of such and many, the tooth of risk's finality?
Born to breed's and the further call of youth, to a duty we know the mendacity of war
With a warm and brooking how, that some would say is somewhere with silence for banality
Stupid, isn't it?
Talk, talk and nowhere but back, to a harrowing gift of certainty misplaced by count's
And forward throes of disdain, into a pit of avarice for required mistakes of whit
To know a legend of falicy in the land, see the lover's of guidance give a hand, now
Life with hell to pay
So many thought's to the diverse liberty we know can, but doubt is anything but clout
For a silly name in the rough, to seek the chaste of indignancy for yearning same
Where one focus of an eye on the problem, is two bird's in the bush with a season to pout
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Penny`s To Like, A Different Psyche
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