Discretion Grove

Hate recreated

A revelation

Uh listen to me

I'll tell you I'm about to run

The ceiling's 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 it's time

To go there

Yea there's time there's time there's time

To go there

Celt alcoholic

Feeling past blue

I'm 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 it's all we do to run run run

You're 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