Dead Man - Of Virtue

When you’re stuck right under the thumb of the devil it’s hard to make the

choice to live or die

Or just stay stuck right bettween where the sunset’s and where the whiskey

collides

A place where the only clothes on your back smell of sewer heat and sweat

And your cold dry face is caked in dirt and grease

It’s getting colder outside and you start to believe it might never change the

cold city streets

These cold city night

This cold city heart

We’re a generation of young men and women struggling to get the best we can

Trying to outlive the failures of the past, dying to make a change that you can

truly see

Living for the moment when feeling right doesn’t seem so impossible

But the harder you push it only hurts worse when you fall again.'

Just let it be known that when the sky turns grey, you tried your best

Just never tried hard enough to believe it

Most of the time there’s nothing we can do to change the ways our days have

tangled

Themselves up in the fence and vines, that we hide behind

We stress and frustrate the sunlight away, by the time night falls we lay awake

and ache

For tomorrow destiny might show its face

For the first time in my life

Although we have lost ourselves along the way

The stars above the sea will guide us home

It’s being born the only one with eyes, the rest of the world is blind

But then you realize you have nothing to hide

It’s like having wings preparing to fly out of this shit that we call our lives

But then you realize you’re afraid of heights

Dead man live again