Compliance

The Most Serene Republic

Belief wears a coat of punches in the morning
Beginning the day with unconscious revery
Or it's conscious, it's conscious, it's conscious
Notice if this is a gift or just a number for collection

Rheumatic boulder could your sheets still roll
It went to a reunion
With its pillows brought from home

The bombardment of games is making us simper
The ingredients of castles a runaway mother

Come on memory, your span
Holds movies, like novels
Like paintings, where did you go
Salvo of pleasure is
Languor in my fists, on my throne

The quiet of free and yet antithesizing
Plural guitars of war that we don't know
It's the loudness, the loudness, the loudness

Sufferer's breast and the dryness of climactic milk

Rheumatic boulder could your sheets still roll
It went to a reunion
With its pillows brought from home

The bombardment of games is making us simper
The ingredients of castles a runaway mother