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Dead Poetic
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Vices
Lyricist:John Brehm, Zachary Aaron Miles, Dusty Redmon, Brandon Travis Rike, Chad John Shellabarger, Joshua Alan Shellabarger, Jesse Sprinkle
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
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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