Bitter Ruin - The Vice | Текст песни

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Oh neglect me my dear
My brambles grow thick in your absence
So next time you try to cut me down
Your blades will blunten on my branches



You wound the vice one turn too tight
Too much pressure makes a lesser fool out of me
You bent the bars one inch too far
Now they’re gaping I’m escaping, who needs a key?
I’m long gone



Oh insult me my dear
And like a sponge I’ll absorb
But when I’ve soaked all I can hold
On your head like a rain cloud I’ll pour



You wound the vice one turn too tight
Too much pressure makes a lesser fool out of me
You bent the bars one inch too far
Now they’re gaping I’m escaping, who needs a key?
I’m long gone



And you’re gonna cry like a mourner

And I’m done cowering in corners
Slowly and surely I’ll saw through your sordid sob stories
I’m long gone



You wound the vice one turn too tight
Too much pressure makes a lesser fool out of me
You bent the bars one inch too far
Now they’re gaping I’m escaping, who needs a key?
I’m long gone

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