Vices

You try to walk right
through me,
but I’m a step ahead.
You say you want
to love me.
I might be better off
dead.
You say it’s evolution —
you’re trying to spread.
I’d rather start a revolution
if only in my head.
I’d rather die a martyr
than suffer inside this skin
the way you’ve always been.
So go and choose your vices!
Come on, invite them in,
no matter where or when.
The chemicals control you.
Stopped thinking for yourself.
I watch you pour the gold
liquid from the top shelf.
As you rot from the inside,
its got you by the throat.
I don’t share your delusion.
I hope you fucking choke.
I’d rather die a martyr
than suffer inside this skin
the way you’ve always been.
So go and choose your vices!
Come on, invite them in,
no matter where or when.
You need to feed the craving.
The damage takes its toll.
Trade one vice for another.
You must collect them all.
Give into your temptation.
You feast until you’re full.
Now you’re flat on your back
without your self-control.
I’d rather die a martyr
than suffer inside this skin
the way you’ve always been.
So go and choose your vices!
Come on invite them in,
no matter where or when.