firing on the ignite a Synapse start to know the spark is the electrics not a shard for real does not have to lie,
singers are the Live spoke Actors on the World Folk a lore to spread a Message dope with a Stage appeal,
born to breath the common theme is no more than the lies I've seen too listen at the lyrics treat of honest key.
Missing tune is not I cheer for Binary made it clear in written ask the straight in steer an open lane not mist,
pressure of the Populous in false presenting lives of love the theme so large that Mirrors are lines inking 'til,
should the Sky begin to tell as the lives do sing the still to testify a truer bell Nature bombs the real spell read,
the stature of a single feed in approach the rear is Site backing straight to dot the I a spice of red ball bounce.
I appreciate truthful People aye so hard to find on strong for importance is not wrong from pinging grounds,
shew the fool to know the drool the trough is filled with water cool to provide the horse a grain of fortified,
an Independent walking work the stroll across the ever dirt as Society loves the trash a scandal in the cents,
no hope will be a bigger sell or death to show that Two can't meld the grit in that makes more plates for Dell.
In the Pottery of Came the actor is not I in Means only Wares to production scene in careful ways to Call,
the bold whom wear a Liars room their Skull in broth of souped up looms the interview of life know Test,
the Expression sung for All to hum provides the lyricist the same ream that the Thought is booting scheme,
in appearance the music here us a note to understand the complicated hand serving up a Trade Kenning!!
As doubting Thomas said belief is touch the breadth with wisdom the evidence one begets summed reason,
so many lies that circulate yet as I ask to meet in person walking feet for a cup of coffee a Crumpet of shone,
the farther that this eludes the closer goes the open do's much like the voice in buried news it's deepening,
mention from a basic tongue the whip becomes the snap of stung for people prefer the lies to fun it's treason.
Occasion Time to it beats a brine the spreading of the vocal chords in Text just the shining leads bygones,
it adds to nothing for says to more for Natural Affairs are New to states the Ancients wrote banks on walls,
advising now that Our turn in being wiser with Our sense of Lean in Human form addressing spline,
the barrel of a Tree is not the Future read to save more lives it pays to be forward with the reality of speak.
