The Vice

Number nine of eleven little littermates
Rotten appples, all the way...
Littermates, al with diferent 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 leaves 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 paper-thin wings away

Hate me, hate me, if they want you to breakme,
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
I (love), I (hate)
Don't need anyone
Lights (on), Lights (out)
Read it loud an clear
And hear the lion roar.

Without my eyes, they failed me, knots united
I turned my weaknees 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.

Someone got 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 a 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.

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