Vices Teclado

	  


Capotraste 6ª casa 



Verso 1: 

Am              F            C               G 
Feeling cold, feeling empty. Set the stage, where you want me. 
        Am            F                   C            G 
And this crowd right before me doesn’t care that I’m dying. 
Am                                   F                 C            G 
And the audience stands with their eyes fixed on the preconceived version of me. 
          Am              F                      C                   G 
I’m so betrayed by your hopes, but I will not hide myself for your peace of mind. 


         Am              F                 C                   
Oh, but Child. I’ve got Vices like any other man. 


Verso 2: 

Raise a boy to a cynic. Take his love, and then let it turn into something passionate. 
Something sick, something rabid. 
And I vent to keep myself from caving. I don’t hate you, I just hate where I’m heading. 
I’m left here asking, when did I trade in my bleeding heart for a selfish win? 


Am              F                   C         
Oh, but Mother. I’ve got Vices like any other man. 
Am             F                  C        G 
Vices that you’re not used to. Vices that’ll make you think less of me. 


Verso 3:

Leave me numb. Leave me jaded. She’s a dream, I just play dead. 
I’ve been blessed, I’ve been hated. She’s the constant, and I’m her addict. 
She’s the only peace in this world, uneasy. 
While I bite my tongue to keep from breaking the heart that I’ve spent my whole life seeking. 
The only heart I’ve ever needed. 


Am                        F                  C        G 
Oh, but Lover. I’ve got Vices like any other man. 
Am                        F      C          G 
Vices that you’re not used to. Vices that’ll make you think... 
Am                        F                  C        G 
Oh, but Lover. I’ve got Vices like any other man. 
Am                        F       C          G 
Vices that you’re not used to. Vices that’ll make you think less of me. Less of me. 


Verse 4:

Feeling cold, feeling empty. I am low, unworthy. 
Bleed the God. Bleed the blessing. Like a vulture feasting. 
I’ll exist as if I don’t feel conviction of my ignorance to my perfect prison. 
But I feel the stabs on my wrists and ankles every time I try... 
          Am   F 
To forget you.  
           C    G 
To forget you. 


Am                        F             C        G 
Oh, but Jesus. I’ve got Vices like any other man. 
Am                 F              C            G                       Am 
Vices that you’re so used to. Vices that won’t make you think less of me.