Them Vices from Tidal Rejects by the Castaway

It's the season of deceit
Feel it in their smiles, in their moves, through their lives
Who knows which madness next keyhole conceals ?
A peep taken there will follow you by the night
So open my skull and drown my fiend
I won't spread a word, this time I'll be blind

It seems so familiar
Can't stop the laughers
When they all become strangers
Nothing will stop these laughers
In my back, in my head

Learn to see them vices
Feel them in your flesh, in your guts, through the sweat
When you happen to read between the lines
There grows a confusion much slower to forget
So close your heart and wash your eyes
The hounds are out and know your debt

It seems so familiar
Can't stop the laughers
When they all become strangers
Nothing will stop these laughers
In my back, in my head

There is no point to run when it finds you in your sleep
You must learn to tell the beggar from the leech
So pick up your cross and fight to feign
Once these eyes gaze at you, nothing will clean the stain

There is no point to run
It will find you in your sleep
You must learn to see them vices

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