Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Vice, artist - Sonata Arctica. Date of issue: 24.05.2007
Song language: English
The Vice |
| Number nine out of eleven little littermates |
| 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 a castle and escapes |
| I leave the baits, the night awaits |
| 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 |