Текст песни The Vice

Number nine out of eleven little littermates

Rotten apples, all the way...

Littermates, all with different fates...

Taught them almost all I knew

And now, the best, the primus

Number nine of eleven little littermates,

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 littermate

Evaded all but one, one by one

Eleven little littermates

Annihilate

Only number nine's not in sight...

Hiding, for the moonlight eats the day

Kisses burn the paperthin wings away

If you - 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
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Truth ain't safe with me

In (sane), in (pain)

Ran into a needle

I (love), I (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 essense of timely death, cold and dark, Love Less Hard