WINE AND GATES
Hat Or Towell, Ringing In The New Ear...
Needs, we will know
Haven't, in our voice, then put-to worth
Of when heir's of compare, are we owe...?
The risen many have a lucre, made only for sovereignty?
Dances with might, and the merely found, dearly a lover...?
Of can't, the truth be a liberation for the soundness of all's, we few?
Asking a heed of kinds, and art's of deed, we find for ourselves
To calm a suspicious nerve, seen as a beginning and lot, due...
Now is our future with attest's given intendancy?
To hope a little more, and seek the again of cope...
We meant as shares of decency to know a bastion of we're
Of real enough hope, is the name of irony, so sophisticated?
Tell the tale to the best
And a whole eye of destiny will realize a peace's none?
Redone with our best smile, we have might and lore, to unfalteringly list...?
A craving without the space of sick tones, of what was need's some
Rights, we will know
But where is the call to unity, we foretold as a length of presence?
Set to heel, and or with the benign finger's of elan, a world...
We found, in the moments of chastity cares, are for ordeals of life's chance's
Haven't, in our voice, then put-to worth
Of when heir's of compare, are we owe...?
The risen many have a lucre, made only for sovereignty?
Dances with might, and the merely found, dearly a lover...?
Of can't, the truth be a liberation for the soundness of all's, we few?
Asking a heed of kinds, and art's of deed, we find for ourselves
To calm a suspicious nerve, seen as a beginning and lot, due...
Now is our future with attest's given intendancy?
To hope a little more, and seek the again of cope...
We meant as shares of decency to know a bastion of we're
Of real enough hope, is the name of irony, so sophisticated?
Tell the tale to the best
And a whole eye of destiny will realize a peace's none?
Redone with our best smile, we have might and lore, to unfalteringly list...?
A craving without the space of sick tones, of what was need's some
Rights, we will know
But where is the call to unity, we foretold as a length of presence?
Set to heel, and or with the benign finger's of elan, a world...
We found, in the moments of chastity cares, are for ordeals of life's chance's
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Hat Or Towell, Ringing In The New Ear...
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