Vessels by Combover Beethoven

Slowly creeps the night
Blood negotiates vein
Though constant is the light
We roll away again

Darkness on my pillow
When mercy is denied
And the blackout curtains billow
I push them to the side
To still my beating thirst

Always waiting on a lost cause
Always betting on the wrong horse
When it’s time to make the right choice
No one listens to the quiet voice

The tide came upside down
The air was salty water
When the farmers took the town
Gravity was altered

Hope dared make an entrance
And granted us a ride
But rich men worship vengeance
So the loneliness abides
And still my beating thirst

Always waiting on a lost cause
Always betting on the wrong horse
When it’s time to make the right choice
No one listens to the quiet voice
Always waiting for the lost cause
Always betting on the wrong horse
No one listens to the quiet voice
When empty vessels make the most noise

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