Sense
Wails of roses
In my nose, and our lends
Proof for a friendship, which even loses

Time to a drawing hour
Simplicity itself...
Taken for a forth, we select with power
The sounds of infamy, that has it to conceal

Prove your metal to us...
Wishes we would of had, if we hadn't of mentioned them
Token appreciation in the arm's, of duty to thus
A relationship with a final star, of consideration and whim

True fatality?
Silence at the end of a gorgeous hand
See the smile, of patronizing a fault in a family, we
Will see you to, the moreover speed and specialness of a land?

Tastes of heroism
**** to finish, in front of the redoubt of rages
Well to know a caring fate, at behest's of shyness, whetted cataclysm?
Taking the time to notice you, in spite of ages...