The Vice

Number nine out of eleven little litter mates Rotten apples, all the way Litter mates, all with different fates Taught them almost all I knew And now, the best, the primus Number Nine of eleven little litter mates, 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 litter mate. Evaded all but one, one by one. Eleven little litter mates 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 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. Truth ain't safe with me In (sane), in (pain) Ran into a needle Eye (love), Eye (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 essence of timely death, cold and dark, Love Less Hard. --- The Vice - Sonata Arctica