Lyrics Vessel for a Minor Malady - Shannon Wright
There's
no
cure
so
why
should
i
care
You
have
fled
into
this
blackness
In
this
sling
i
must
contain
You
use
your
force
To
comfort
my
trembling
hands
And
fold
them
aside
These
hued
eyes
They
have
sent
The
longest
beatings
The
hour
bows
To
seek
some
light
With
golden
strings
You
construct
this
wheel
With
your
threads
of
argentine
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