Vices

Vices - Dead Poetic

Feeling cold feeling empty

Set the stage where you want me

And this crowd right before me doesn't care that

I'm dying

And the audience stands with their eyes fixed

On the preconceived version of me

I'm so betrayed by your hopes

But I will not hide myself for your peace of mind

Oh but child I've got vices like any other man

Raise a boy to a cynic

Take his love and then let it turn into something passionate

Something sick something rabid

And I vent to keep myself from caving

I don't hate you I just hate where I'm heading

I'm left here asking when did

I trade in my bleeding heart for a selfish win

Oh but mother I've got

Vices like any other man

Vices that you're not used to

Vices that'll make you think less of me

Leave me numb leave me jaded she's a dream

I just play dead

I've been blessed I've been hated

She's the constant and I'm her addict

She's the only peace in this world uneasy

While I bite my tongue to keep from breaking the heart that

I've spent my whole life seeking

The only heart I've ever needed

Oh but lover I've got vices like any other man

Vices that you're not used to vices that'll make you think

Oh but lover I've got vices like any other man

Vices that you're not used to

Vices that'll make you think less of me

Less of me

Feeling cold feeling empty

I am low unworthy

Bleed the God bleed the blessing

Like a vulture feasting

I'll exist as if I don't feel conviction of my ignorance

To my perfect prison

But I feel the stabs on my wrists

And ankles every time I try

To forget you to forget you

Oh but Jesus I've got

Vices like any other man

Vices that you're so used to

Vices that won't make you think less of me