Vice & Avoidance from VICE & AVOIDANCE by Eryka Fir

run
oh run
back to where I hide

and go
I could go
away
for another night

I
I have savored
the sour
of every vice

and no
oh, I can't stay
to taste what has been long expired

then again

I could run to that mire
sit and wait, the weight
to come down, lay my grave
Be face to face with it

To see me runnin'
I can't help but chase it
and my demons feed that fear
inside
I know
I should go

but I could run to that place
my darker days, of shade
it's what I want, but need?
Oh, I can't say

so I'll run yeah yeah yeah
far from my dead
those old ghosts in my ears
and I can't take it





 

• Acoustic
• acoustic
• desert
• psychedelic
• rock
• stoner
• Westerly