Bitter Ruin

The Vice

Bitter Ruin


Oh neglect me my dear
My brambles grow thick in your absence
So next time you try to cut me down
Your blades will blunten on my branches

You wound the vice one turn too tight
Too much pressure makes a lesser fool out of me
You bent the bars one inch too far
Now they're gaping I'm escaping, who needs a key?
I'm long gone

Oh insult me my dear
And like a sponge I'll absorb
But when I've soaked all I can hold
On your head like a rain cloud I'll pour

You wound the vice one turn too tight
Too much pressure makes a lesser fool out of me
You bent the bars one inch too far
Now they're gaping I'm escaping, who needs a key?

And you're gonna cry like a mourner
And I'm done cowering in corners
Slowly and surely I'll saw through your sordid sob stories
I'm long gone

You wound the vice one turn too tight
Too much pressure makes a lesser fool out of me
You bent the bars one inch too far
Now they're gaping I'm escaping, who needs a key?
I'm long gone

Compositores: Georgia Shirley Train (Bitter Ruin), Benjamin James Richards
ECAD: Obra #25397626

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