All my time
Is spent tightly on a trigger
Hollow promises and broken vows
My soul is dead
(No life left)
Nail in a coffin
(For myself)
Vices
These vices are killing me
Vices
These vices will never leave me be
Vices
These vices strangle me
Vices
These vices are not who I want to be
There's no more hope
In this life that I've chose
I'm an open wound without a stitch
My vices drag me down
I'm loading in a round
Gun to my head
Click
VICES
HAH
I swear to god if this shit doesn't change
Imma rearrange my brain
A beaten dog locked up in a cage
A book without a page
I guess that's why they say the young will never age
When the world moves backwards
It's your job to set it straight
Don't think that imma see the heavens gates
At least I know that imma Hydrate