WINE AND GATES
Prince Of Darkness - And The Governing Forces (Milksop...)
Monday was far fetched
Simple ideas to receive the reception of an icey stare
Lots and whimsy worthed, tomorrow is wretched
Mostly a decision that has us, for a moment more shared
Tuesday is like this, the common guidance
Of virtue over the times
To guess if a liberty is ever to begin, a yawn with a defense
A look for intuition, if not wisdom of a callous turn at trying
Wednesday looked the part
An aching howl, at the difference between life and love
Sincerely, suicide is a trouble in the arms of thinking it all time to start
Long in the tooth, and ready to fight; leaving hysteria in the dust?
Thursday knew all to well
Frightened copes, and a history to the nerve
Lividity for a showy jewel, we know where the irony is a bell...
But, hell, has a question under its breath, will I come upon it to serve?
Friday asks if, it, is a lover...
Living way off in the distance, the verve
Of a smile in avarice, with a stomached lip sometimes so overt
That people hate the common, the ordinary way we sit in places to tell the future, we were
Saturday is so much more
Courage to look for a friend, if not lover in the mar, of couth come to hateful urges
To linger and stick a rhyme in sincerity's eye, your future is my neglects war
When a happier soul has fed me what remains, an answer to that question, which purges:
Sunday has come, and wants a kiss
Cares we name adroit and foils of virtue exampled, have become a risen might, to wish
The language of persuasion in a heat of composure, can we have simplicity to list?
The aging hour, with smiles saved frustrations vengeance, have a future letting a history...
Simple ideas to receive the reception of an icey stare
Lots and whimsy worthed, tomorrow is wretched
Mostly a decision that has us, for a moment more shared
Tuesday is like this, the common guidance
Of virtue over the times
To guess if a liberty is ever to begin, a yawn with a defense
A look for intuition, if not wisdom of a callous turn at trying
Wednesday looked the part
An aching howl, at the difference between life and love
Sincerely, suicide is a trouble in the arms of thinking it all time to start
Long in the tooth, and ready to fight; leaving hysteria in the dust?
Thursday knew all to well
Frightened copes, and a history to the nerve
Lividity for a showy jewel, we know where the irony is a bell...
But, hell, has a question under its breath, will I come upon it to serve?
Friday asks if, it, is a lover...
Living way off in the distance, the verve
Of a smile in avarice, with a stomached lip sometimes so overt
That people hate the common, the ordinary way we sit in places to tell the future, we were
Saturday is so much more
Courage to look for a friend, if not lover in the mar, of couth come to hateful urges
To linger and stick a rhyme in sincerity's eye, your future is my neglects war
When a happier soul has fed me what remains, an answer to that question, which purges:
Sunday has come, and wants a kiss
Cares we name adroit and foils of virtue exampled, have become a risen might, to wish
The language of persuasion in a heat of composure, can we have simplicity to list?
The aging hour, with smiles saved frustrations vengeance, have a future letting a history...
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Prince Of Darkness - And The Governing Forces (Milksop...)
Prince Of Darkness - And The Governing Forces (Milksop...)