The Most Serene Republic - Compliance lyrics

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The Most Serene Republic - Compliance lyrics

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