Vices Lyrics - 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