i feel the scorn of nations, the loss of ambitions.
i slink in spite of victory, break in fear of glory.
i am nothing i was ever meant to be, broken and blind i cannot see.
hell grasps cold hands round my throat, yet i breathe and i gloat.
what am i but a hypocrite; a broken, lying thief?
i stand astonished at complexities, yet laugh at extremities.
hell burns my vision, and smoke eats my lungs.
i scream out to the maker of heaven and earth; oh my God!

Vices

I'm addicted to my vices
I'm stuck here in my crisis

I don't know where it ends
And I can feel the heat from my vices
I don't know when to call it quits
Feeling the burn from my vices
Can't scream it out anymore
Can't get free from my vices!

Wind caught up in your hair
Lipstick smudged on your cheek

My vices,
I can't break out of this
Trapped in my crises

Can't get free from my vices!
I'm stuck here in my crisis
Can't break free from these devices!
I'm stuck here with my vices!

I want it here, I want it now!
I want this thing, I want it now!
I want my vices!
Oh, this crisis! Oh, my Lord

Save me from my desires
I'm lost in my vices
I'm lost in my crisis
But I want this right here

I think I'm a slave to my vices
I want out of this crisis!
Addicted to these vices,

Lord, I want out of my vices!


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~Daniel Hanson

Late Night

i'm addicted to these late nights
times when i'm alone in fright
thinking things i should not know
hating things like they are foe

rushing the night
screaming, we weep
broken inside
there's nothing to keep
us from running out

living for the night at hand
i can't break free, don't wanna break
under pressure i could never stand
i don't wanna know, don't wanna think i'm a fake

rushing the night
screaming, we weep
broken inside
there's nothing to keep
us from running out

hold out on me, please hold out on me!
i want a reason to fail
just give up on me, give up
i want an excuse lose

hold out on me this time
please hold out on me
give up on me this rhyme
please give up

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Daniel Hanson