Feeling cold, feeling empty. Set the stage, where you want me.
And this crowd right before me doesn?t care that I?m dying.
And the audience stands with their eyes fixed on the preconceived version of me.
I?m so betrayed by your hopes, but I will not hide myself for your peace of mind.
Oh, but Child. I?ve got Vices like any other man.
Raise a boy to a cynic. Take his love, and then let it turn into something passionate.
Oh, but Mother. I?ve got Vices like any other man.
Vices that you?re not used to. Vices that?ll make you think less of me.
Leave me numb. Leave me jaded. She?s a dream, I just play dead.
Oh, but Lover. I?ve got Vices like any other man.
Vices that you?re not used to. Vices that?ll make you think
Oh, but Lover. I?ve got Vices like any other man.
Vices that you?re not used to. Vices that?ll make you think less of me. Less of me.
Feeling cold, feeling empty. I am low, unworthy.
To forget you.
To forget you.
Oh, but Jesus. I?ve got Vices like any other man.
Vices that you?re so used to. Vices that won?t make you think less of me.