Virtues Of Vice

Righteous impurity, the unwicked slip
Immoral wrong doing takes its grip on you
It's bitter sweet, sour, pungent taste
It leaves its smile on your wicked face.

Bleed for me
Bleed for me
Bleed for me
Virtues of vice

You need it, you feed it,
All of your soul,
Your yearning, your passion fed,
As it takes control
It's ripping and clawing tears you apart
Virtues of vice breeds in all of our hearts.

Bleed for me
Bleed for me
Bleed for me
Virtues of vice