Vices by Knife Hands

Adrenaline and a cheshire grin
Simple little pleasures simple sins
Snap shots of far away eyes reflecting the fires
As they roar from soot blackened doors
Circling back again to rain down
Kicking over boxes we built with our own two hands
Thoughts police and prayers machines feasting on the gathered carcasses
To wipe the fucking world clean
And you may have your memories and lucid dreams
A murder of crows in vectored rows tearing flesh and bone into slivers
These nights are so long in winters grip
This is for every night that I missed
Needles and Ink right down in the skin they won't fade in time
These nights are so cold in winters grip
This is for every night that I missed
I swear I never wanted to leave
As I set course for home
Not getting closer
Out into midnight filling the silence to
Drown out the background noise
I'm guilty of being unsure and drawing closer
As the light fades into dark we fear the unknown
These violent delights have violent ends
Cheshire grins and adrenaline
Simple pleasures simple sins
In years of almost and maybe
Walk the line while wasting time just to hope
For bread crumbs off the table
These nights are so long in winters grip
This is for every night that I missed
This is the last chance to make it stick and not fade in time
So I'll raise this glass up high now we're all here
And thank everyone for being here
Maybe it won't sound sincere
But I'll try

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