Mr Vices

[00:00:17] M Devices the lapse of a thousand corpse musings. [00:00:25] That's the sound his voice makes. The mixture of the next big thing of every borrowed segment. And we know all of your vices, the powders, the smoke trees. Innocence clings to mis devices. [00:00:43] We watch you waiting for a shining moment of brilliant light from within the scattered gray. [00:00:52] You're lacking, you're over, you're now a joke. It's only you who can't hear the laughing Mr. Vices, whoa, Mr. Vices. [00:01:10] The wonder, the myths that cloud your movement. Once filled with dreams that form the clouds of a grateful sky. It's now the ideas that fail to become dreams that cloud your judgmental glares. [00:01:23] Mr. Vices. [00:01:24] That's how you're proceeded, processed and perceived. Once the lover of many woes, it's now the woes that haunt your love. The drink, the smoke, the line, the attitude that steals what's left of your tired lines, promises broken. [00:01:44] Mr. Vices. [00:01:47] The lapse of a thousand corpse musings. [00:01:52] That's the sound his voice makes. The mixture of the next big thing of every borrowed second. We know all of your vices. The powders, the smoke trees in a sense clings to woe. [00:02:15] Mr. Vices. [00:02:18] The brokenness of what once was an epic promise. The raw sex of it all, the disease filled parts of many. The arrogance, removal of partnered ambivalence. [00:02:32] The conjuring of another's muse that remains the last wick that lights the already lit fuse. Woo. [00:02:45] Mr. Vi. [00:03:03] The lapse of a thousand chords that's the sound his voice makes. [00:03:12] We know all of your vices, Whoa, Mr. Vices. [00:03:24] Haze and pattern smoke filled the tray. [00:03:29] It's your vices that you will one day have to repay.