Sonata Arctica - The Vice lyrics
[Sonata Arctica - The Vice lyrics]
Rotten apples, all the way
Littermates, all with different fates
Taught them almost all I knew
And now, the best, the primus
Number Nine of eleven little littermates
Feeling almighty is after my throne
In the bright daylight, little Number Nine
Dressed to kill, much like me
Takes a look at the free
World behind the gate
Of the castle and escapes
I leave the bait's, the night await's
Snare well hidden for the littermate
Evaded all but one, one by one
Eleven little littermates annihilate
Only Number Nine's not in sight
Hiding, for the moonlight eats the day
Kisses burn the paperthin wings away
Hate me, hate me
If they want you to break me
Love is for the weak
And the restless, relief in the end
A broken lock and a twisted dream
For an early tomb, destiny's overruled
Trailed it back to the Pagan Cathedral"
Don't love me, don't you dare!
I lie, I cheat and I don't care
Don't you go telling me tales about fidelity
Truth ain't safe with me
In (sane) , in (pain) ran into a needle
I (love) , I (hate) don't need anyone
Lights (on) , Lights (out)
Read it loud and clear
And hear the lion roar
Without my eyes, they failed me knots untied
I turned my weakness into a fine profession
More I hear, more I see i can feel
The path I choose what I did was a must
Faced the music, away from the light, alone
Without a view
Someone thought to know me well
Drowned me in a wishing well
Making mistakes, we all do
Worst of mine was trusting in a stranger
For now I'm feeling fine
Drank poison, liked the sign
Now touch the greatest fear
Impaired, to look sincere
One step behind you
Turn around and I am gone with what I need
The essense of timely death, cold and dark
Love Less Hard