Crisis for diehards,
Vices in backyards,
Sipping the last of the wine from the bottle through straws,
Forgetting everything we knew about ourselves just because,
But amplifying all of the collective of flaws,
That run through our veins,
striking each nerve ending in pain.
But it’s not truth that leaves our mouths.
No it’s not lies that strike our ears,
It’s just a whole new accumulative peace,
A whole new accumulative peace.
It’s who we wished we were all the time.
A whole new piece of ourselves that we needed to find.
To hear our voices through vices seems to be the only thing we want to recognize.
Fighting through existence,
Hoping for a last chance,
To make a name for ourselves, just for ourselves to know our names,
These hardships are not unique I know someone else feels the same,
And I will not be ashamed,
Anymore of this pain that fills my heart,
I’ll stop ripping myself apart,
I’ll stop filling up on my vices,
I’ll remember who I was in those moments,
It’s who I wished I was all the time.
That whole new piece of myself that I needed to find.
To hear my voice through vices seems to be the only thing I want to recognize.
credits
from Voices & Vices Volume I,
released August 5, 2013
All songs written, composed, recorded, engineered, and mastered by Jonathan Atkins (Sorry).
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