Paroles de 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