Discretion Grove

Hate recreated
A revelation
Uh listen to me
Ill tell you im about to run
The ceilings are undone
Specialized victories
For overage whores
I felt up your feelings
And they left me no more time
To see what i want to find
Believe-- let it go
And leave--the shots in closing
Believe--discretion grove
For its time
To go there
Yea theres time, theres time, theres time
To go there
Celt alcoholic
Feeling past blue
Im tryin to get up
From sending all my selves to you
And in times i tilted truth
Major alfonso
Mind up the gold
The ceremonial dead trees
Told him all that he could do
And its all we do to run, run, run,
Youre never gonna run aground until the sun is down
You are gonna hear the sound of a crazy ship
On an insane raid
Just crash our wind on a manic bay
Distract the wind on a manic bay
Scratch the wind on a manic bay