Vices
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Текст песни Dead Poetic - Vices
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Feeling cold, feeling empty. Set the stage, where you want me.<br />And this crowd right before me doesn't care that I'm dying.<br />And the audience stands with their eyes fixed on the preconceived version of me.<br />I'm so betrayed by your hopes, but I will not hide myself for your peace of mind.<br /><br />Oh, but Child. I've got Vices like any other man.<br /><br />Raise a boy to a cynic. Take his love, and then let it turn into something passionate.<br />( )<br />Something sick, something rabid.<br />And I vent to keep myself from caving. I don't hate you, I just hate where I'm heading.<br />I'm left here asking, when did I trade in my bleeding heart for a selfish win?<br /><br />Oh, but Mother. I've got Vices like any other man.<br />Vices that you're not used to. Vices that'll make you think less of me.<br /><br />Leave me numb. Leave me jaded. She's a dream, I just play dead.<br />I've been blessed, I've been hated. She's the constant, and I'm her addict.<br />She's the only peace in this world, uneasy.<br />While I bite my tongue to keep from breaking the heart that I've spent my whole life seeking.<br />The only heart I've ever needed.<br /><br />Oh, but Lover. I've got Vices like any other man.<br />Vices that you're not used to. Vices that'll make you think...<br />Oh, but Lover. I've got Vices like any other man.<br />Vices that you're not used to. Vices that'll make you think less of me. Less of me.<br /><br />Feeling cold, feeling empty. I am low, unworthy.<br />Bleed the God. Bleed the blessing. Like a vulture feasting.<br />I'll exist as if I don't feel conviction of my ignorance to my perfect prison.<br />But I feel the stabs on my wrists and ankles every time I try...<br /><br />To forget you. To forget you.<br /><br />Oh, but Jesus. I've got Vices like any other man.<br />Vices that you're so used to. Vices that won't make you think less of me