Vices - Twin Oaks

My heart went still

As I reach my hands up to my face

And the chaos within

Comes pouring out

Like a casket

And all these vices,

They get the best of me

And without reason,

They’ll be the death of me

It’s always in my mind

When company loves misery

Do you deny the truth?

To find comfort in

The life you see

And all these vices,

They get the best of me

And without reason,

They’ll be the death of me

And I’m standing on

The edge of it all, watching myself

And I’m standing on

the edge of it all, watching myself

(Ooh)

Watching myself

(Ooh)

Watching myself

(Ooh)

Watching myself

(Ooh)

Watching myself

All these vices,

They get the best of me

And without reason,

They’ll be the death of me

All these vices,

They get the best of me

And without reason,

They’ll be the death of me.