Tasting red pockets of shelter I'm mystified
It took a long course of reason
To nullify the angle of center
And why?
Uppity and coming of rage tests the sky tonight
Did alternates stand testified?
Ballooned-in
Careening of steel marked with error
Fine
Placemat the door jamb and butter the bread rye
Tell all of the sirens
Believe me when calling to anchor your chest box
Confined
Truck through it now
You can't say no
To the grave
Hell's a bit of a letdown though anyway
Through tides and spilled the beans men arrived
Halting the whereabouts of everything
You decide how to confront the mistake to ride
Tepid, no water, embellish the hidden side
Morning has broken off the color pie
Disgracing the end of a living estate gone to light
Truck through it now
You can't say no
To the grave
Hell's a bit of a letdown though anyway
Love a friend just to let them go
It's a play
Dust a shelf from the basement low
Fade away
Tell the gleam of lust to go away
There's a trace I can feel
Terribly
Truck through it now
You can't say no
To the grave
Hell's a bit of a letdown though anyway
Dust a shelf from the basement low
Fade away
Tell the gleam of lust to go away
There's a trace I can feel
Terribly
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