Vices Lyrics - Dead Poetic

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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.

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