Vices

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
 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