Violet Violent Sine Waves
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I knelt at the sink Like a priest or a prince Maybe I'm to be king And they're waiting at Westminster And the walls are paper thin I hear the neighbor's arguing Could you lower your voice? I would sell my unborn daughter (maybe) We didn't stage a passion play Didn't change our given names Or waltz to our bed Or need to make a scene But I see your skin, paler now Than the host in your mouth Where the truth never seems to be Now, the burning branch never speaks to me It whispers like... I don't wanna be your vessel any more I don't wanna be your vessel any more These are my words, this is my mouth I don't wanna be your vessel now And I may not see the future But I see its lonely architect at the door of my house I don't wanna be your vessel any more I don't wanna be a vessel of your doubt Truly I never dreamt Of all the dumb accoutrement I would want for myself For the shelf I laid it all at your feet On your neck and your cheek But the burning branch wouldn't speak to me! I don't wanna be your vessel any more I don't wanna be your vessel any more These are my rules, this is my house I don't wanna be your vessel now And I may not see the future But I see its lonely architect at the foot of my bed I don't wanna be your vessel any more Didn't wanna be your vessel anyway
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
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