The Vice lyrics

Number nine out of eleven little litter mates

Rotten apples, all the way

Litter mates, all with different fates

Taught them almost all I knew

And now, the best, the primus

Number Nine of eleven little litter mates,

Feeling almighty,

Is after my throne.

In the bright daylight, little Number Nine

Dressed to kill, much like me

Takes a look at the free world behind the gate

Of a castle and escapes.

I leave the baits, the night awaits

Snare well hidden for the litter mate.

Evaded all but one, one by one.

Eleven little litter mates

Annihilate.

Only Number Nine's not in sight

Hiding, for the moonlight eats the day

Kisses burn the paper thin wings away

Hate me, hate me, if they want you to break me

Love? is? for the weak

And the restless, relief in the end.

A broken lock and a twisted dream

For an early tomb, destiny's overruled

Trailed it back to the Pagan Cathedral."

Don't love me, don't you dare!

I lie, I cheat and I don't care

Don't you go telling me tales about fidelity.

Truth ain't safe with me

In (sane), in (pain)

Ran into a needle

Eye (love), Eye (hate)

Don't need anyone

Lights (on), Lights (out)

Read it loud and clear

And hear the lion roar.

Without my eyes, they failed me,

Knots untied.

I turned my weakness into a

Fine profession

More I hear, more I see

I can feel

The path I choose

What I did was a must,

Faced the music, away from the light, alone

Without a view.

Someone thought to know me well

Drowned me in a wishing well

Making mistakes, we all do,

Worst of mine was trusting in a stranger.

For now I'm feeling fine

Drank poison, liked the sign

Now touch the greatest fear

Impaired, to look sincere.

One step behind you, turn around and I am gone with what I need.

The essence of timely death, cold and dark, Love Less Hard.