WINE AND GATES
Robot's That Stare At Automaton's, Andromeda
In heat with a Christian toe
Light at our backs, the truth to be
A serum of sort's, that lived for the world
Since we are here to display, the heart of anarchy...
Stab, stab?
Tissue and junk we never you'd
Creation and history to the universe, in drag
We see the lucre you souled, the passion's of another stone, named only jude
Where the wind twist's and turn's
Space to devour the mountain's, like a heart is so much more refined...
Truer by the savior's of common worth, we see your shoe's so simply worn
Live with the clown, take the unction of variety to the savvy, and wine...
Kiss, kiss?
Angel's dancing on the petal's of hint's...?
Longevity to fashion a wall, where throes of agony cost a...
Let in the hole, we seem to be cloth, but in the end, only the amen's...
Care for us, weapon's of glamor never did
But the raging storm in our arm's, is yours two...
Panic at the sight of a breed of simplicity without it, and the briefness we hid
With a vampire's mirror, the taste of blood in a realm never heard of, who...?
Clarity, voice and cleverness
A psychic house, with a right to each every pace of peace, to exist
Smell our gasoline, sense our fire, should, the very dirt to bless...
Egg's in ecstasy, or echoes in either, we see the role of a slave to the visit...
Of a grindstone, prayered for, as if a callous number of somes
Saved by God's chalkboard, the place and the decoration of the bomb
That spied our frankness, for a lovelier day, with its e = m c dumbs
By the count of the pretty picture on the wall, we have saved a century from anger climbed...
Tis' tis'?
Waiting heat with a bug to serve as a legend, of heavenly swallow's
Continued in the real, actual pacification and a grain of heed, is
An alabaster shroud for the world to see, the rise and future of element's hallowed...
Lust?
Meenie miney molecule
And the tendererest of pathetic must
We saw your fall in time, with silicon, and steel...
Light at our backs, the truth to be
A serum of sort's, that lived for the world
Since we are here to display, the heart of anarchy...
Stab, stab?
Tissue and junk we never you'd
Creation and history to the universe, in drag
We see the lucre you souled, the passion's of another stone, named only jude
Where the wind twist's and turn's
Space to devour the mountain's, like a heart is so much more refined...
Truer by the savior's of common worth, we see your shoe's so simply worn
Live with the clown, take the unction of variety to the savvy, and wine...
Kiss, kiss?
Angel's dancing on the petal's of hint's...?
Longevity to fashion a wall, where throes of agony cost a...
Let in the hole, we seem to be cloth, but in the end, only the amen's...
Care for us, weapon's of glamor never did
But the raging storm in our arm's, is yours two...
Panic at the sight of a breed of simplicity without it, and the briefness we hid
With a vampire's mirror, the taste of blood in a realm never heard of, who...?
Clarity, voice and cleverness
A psychic house, with a right to each every pace of peace, to exist
Smell our gasoline, sense our fire, should, the very dirt to bless...
Egg's in ecstasy, or echoes in either, we see the role of a slave to the visit...
Of a grindstone, prayered for, as if a callous number of somes
Saved by God's chalkboard, the place and the decoration of the bomb
That spied our frankness, for a lovelier day, with its e = m c dumbs
By the count of the pretty picture on the wall, we have saved a century from anger climbed...
Tis' tis'?
Waiting heat with a bug to serve as a legend, of heavenly swallow's
Continued in the real, actual pacification and a grain of heed, is
An alabaster shroud for the world to see, the rise and future of element's hallowed...
Lust?
Meenie miney molecule
And the tendererest of pathetic must
We saw your fall in time, with silicon, and steel...
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Robot`s That Stare At Automaton`s, Andromeda
Robot`s That Stare At Automaton`s, Andromeda