Vices

My heart went still
 As I reach my hands up to my face
 And the chaos within
 Comes pouring out
 Like a casket
 And all these vices,
 They get the best of me
 And without reason,
 They'll be the death of me
 It's always in my mind
 When company loves misery
 Do you deny the truth?
 To find comfort in
 The life you see
 And all these vices,
 They get the best of me
 And without reason,
 They'll be the death of me
 And I'm standing on
 The edge of it all, watching myself
 And I'm standing on
 the edge of it all, watching myself
 (Ooh)
 Watching myself
 (Ooh)
 Watching myself
 (Ooh)
 Watching myself
 (Ooh)
 Watching myself
 All these vices,
 They get the best of me
 And without reason,
 They'll be the death of me
 All these vices,
 They get the best of me
 And without reason,
 They'll be the death of me.