Vice

Runaway, to different worlds, and different times
I just need another way, to keep up my only vice
And I keep wondering maybe it’s just fate
That everything fits like a glove
Then why am I so hard to love
What a fool believes
To get by, we’re dead on the inside
I’ll dance with the devil
I’ll roll the dice
I’ll buy into your bullshit
Just name your price
Hold me and guide me slowly through the dark
Cos I just need to validate, all of my wildest thoughts
And I keep wondering maybe it’s in vain
Cos nothing makes sense anymore
No nothing makes sense anymore
What a fool believes
To get by, we’re dead on the inside
I’ll dance with the devil
I’ll roll the dice
I’ll buy into your bullshit
Just name your price
I’ll dance with the devil
I’ll roll the dice
I’ll buy into your bullshit
Just name your price