Vices
Embracing Human Frailty: Vices Beyond Perception
Lyrics
Feeling cold, feeling empty. Set the stage, where you want me.
Expressing emotional detachment and vulnerability in front of an indifferent crowd.
And this crowd right before me doesn't care that I'm dying.
Observing a crowd that is oblivious to my struggles and suffering.
And the audience stands with their eyes fixed on the preconceived version of me.
People see only a preconceived version of me, not the real person.
I'm so betrayed by your hopes, but I will not hide myself for your peace of mind.
Feeling betrayed by others' expectations but refusing to hide for their comfort.
Oh, but Child. I've got Vices like any other man.
Acknowledging personal flaws and weaknesses, comparing them to other men's vices.
Raise a boy to a cynic. Take his love, and then let it turn into something passionate.
Narrating a journey from innocence to cynicism and the transformation of love into passion.
Something sick, something rabid.
Describing intense, unhealthy emotions and a state of rabid passion.
And I vent to keep myself from caving. I don't hate you, I just hate where I'm heading.
Using venting as a coping mechanism, expressing discontent with personal direction.
I'm left here asking, when did I trade in my bleeding heart for a selfish win?
Questioning a shift from a compassionate heart to a self-centered pursuit of victory.
Oh, but Mother. I've got Vices like any other man.
Acknowledging personal vices addressed to a maternal figure.
Vices that you're not used to. Vices that'll make you think less of me.
Hinting at unconventional vices that might lead to judgment from others.
Leave me numb. Leave me jaded. She's a dream, I just play dead.
Desiring emotional numbness and feeling used, portraying a relationship as a dream.
I've been blessed, I've been hated. She's the constant, and I'm her addict.
Expressing a mix of blessings and hatred, highlighting addiction to a constant presence.
She's the only peace in this world, uneasy.
Describing a significant other as the only source of peace in a troubled world.
While I bite my tongue to keep from breaking the heart that I've spent my whole life seeking.
Struggling to preserve a relationship despite personal reservations.
The only heart I've ever needed.
Emphasizing the importance of a particular heart in the narrator's life.
Oh, but Lover. I've got Vices like any other man.
Addressing personal vices to a romantic partner.
Vices that you're not used to. Vices that'll make you think...
Suggesting that these vices may differ from the partner's expectations.
Oh, but Lover. I've got Vices like any other man.
Reiterating the presence of vices addressed to a lover.
Vices that you're not used to. Vices that'll make you think less of me. Less of me.
Highlighting potential negative perceptions due to personal vices.
Feeling cold, feeling empty. I am low, unworthy.
Expressing emotional emptiness and a sense of unworthiness.
Bleed the God. Bleed the blessing. Like a vulture feasting.
Metaphorically bleeding out blessings, portraying a predatory existence.
I'll exist as if I don't feel conviction of my ignorance to my perfect prison.
Existing in denial of personal flaws and ignorance within a confined existence.
But I feel the stabs on my wrists and ankles every time I try...
Feeling the consequences of ignorance through metaphorical stabs.
To forget you. To forget you.
Expressing a struggle to forget a significant person.
Oh, but Jesus. I've got Vices like any other man.
Addressing personal vices to a religious figure.
Vices that you're so used to. Vices that won't make you think less of me.
Indicating familiarity with these vices in the context of religious beliefs.
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