Vices
Dead PoeticVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Feeling cold, feeling empty. Set the stage, where you want me.
And this crowd right before me doesnt care that Im dying.
And the audience stands with their eyes fixed on the preconceived version of me.
Im so betrayed by your hopes, but I will not hide myself for your peace of mind.
Oh, but Child. Ive got Vices like any other man.
(same Chords as verse 1)
Raise a boy to a cynic. Take his love, and then let it turn into something passionate.
Something sick, something rabid.
And I vent to keep myself from caving. I dont hate you, I just hate where Im heading.
Im left here asking, when did I trade in my bleeding heart for a selfish win?
Oh, but Mother. Ive got Vices like any other man.
Vices that youre not used to. Vices thatll make you think less of me.
Leave me numb. Leave me jaded. Shes a dream, I just play dead.
Ive been blessed, Ive been hated. Shes the constant, and Im her addict.
Shes the only peace in this world, uneasy.
While I bite my tongue to keep from breaking the heart that Ive spent my whole life seeking.
The only heart Ive ever needed.
Oh, but Lover. Ive got Vices like any other man.
Vices that youre not used to. Vices thatll make you think...
Oh, but Lover. Ive got Vices like any other man.
Vices that youre not used to. Vices thatll make you think less of me. Less of me.
Feeling cold, feeling empty. I am low, unworthy.
Bleed the God. Bleed the blessing. Like a vulture feasting.
Ill exist as if I dont feel conviction of my ignorance to my perfect prison.
But I feel the stabs on my wrists and ankles every time I try...
To forget you.
To forget you.
Oh, but Jesus. Ive got Vices like any other man.
Vices that youre so used to. Vices that wont make you think less of me.
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Readable chord sheet for Vices by Dead Poetic
[Am]Feeling cold, fe[F]eling empty. [C]Set the stage, w[G]here you want me. And this[Am] crowd right b[F]efore me doesnt car[C]e that Im dy[G]ing. [Am]And the audience stands with their ey[F]es fixed on the pr[C]econceived ve[G]rsion of me. Im so bet[Am]rayed by your ho[F]pes, but I will not hid[C]e myself for your pe[G]ace of mind. Oh, but C[Am]hild. Ive got V[F]ices like any othe[C]r man. (same Chords as verse 1) Raise a boy to a cynic. Take his love, and then let it turn into something passionate. Something sick, something rabid. And I vent to keep myself from caving. I dont hate you, I just hate where Im heading. Im left here asking, when did I trade in my bleeding heart for a selfish win? [Am]Oh, but Mother. [F]Ive got Vices like [C]any other man. [Am]Vices that you[F]re not used to. Vic[C]es thatl[G]l make you think less of me. Leave me numb. Leave me jaded. Shes a dream, I just play dead. Ive been blessed, Ive been hated. Shes the constant, and Im her addict. Shes the only peace in this world, uneasy. While I bite my tongue to keep from breaking the heart that Ive spent my whole life seeking. The only heart Ive ever needed. [Am]Oh, but Lover. Ive got Vi[F]ces like any other [C]man. [G] [Am]Vices that youre not used[F] to. Vi[C]ces thatll[G] make you think... [Am]Oh, but Lover. Ive got Vi[F]ces like any other [C]man. [G] [Am]Vices that youre not used[F] to. Vic[C]es thatll [G]make you think less of me. Less of me. Feeling cold, feeling empty. I am low, unworthy. Bleed the God. Bleed the blessing. Like a vulture feasting. Ill exist as if I dont feel conviction of my ignorance to my perfect prison. But I feel the stabs on my wrists and ankles every time I try... To forget [Am]you. [F] To forget y[C]ou. [G] [Am]Oh, but Jesus. Ive got Vi[F]ces like any o[C]ther man.[G] [Am]Vices that youre s[F]o used to. Vice[C]s that wont [G]make you think less of m[Am]e.