The Vice

Number nine out of eleven little littermates,
rotten apples all the way.
Littermates, all with different fates,
taught them almost all I knew.

And now, the best, the primus!
Number Nine of eleven little littermates.
Feeling almighty, is after my throne.

In the bright daylight,
little Number Nine dressed to kill much like me.
Takes a look at the free world behind the gate,
of a castle and escapes.

I leave the baits, the night awaits,
snare well hidden for the littermate.
Evaded all but one, one by one.

Eleven little littermates, annihilate.
Only Number Nine's not in sight.
Hiding, for the moonlight eats the day.
Kisses burn the paperthin wings away.

Hate me, hate me if they want you to break me.
Love is for the weak!
And the restless, relief in the end.
A broken lock and a twisted's dream.

For an early tomb,
destiny's overruled.
Trailed it back,
to the pagan cathedral.

Don´t love me, don´t you dare!
I lie, I cheat and I don´t care.
Don't you go telling me tales about fidelity.
Truth ain't safe with me.

Insane, in pain,
ran into a needle!
Eye love, eye hate,
don´t need anyone!

Lights on, lights out,
read it loud and clear,
and hear the lion roar.

Without my eyes,
they failed me, knots untied.
I turned my weakness,
into a fine profession.

More I hear and more I see,
I can feel the path I choose.
What I did was a must!

Faced the music,
away from the light.
Alone, without a view.

Someone thought to know me well,
drowned me in a wishing well.
Making mistakes, we all do,
Worst of mine was trusting in a stranger.

For now I'm feeling fine!
Drank poison, liked the sign.
Now touch the greatest fear,
impaired to look sincere.

One step behind you, turn around,
and I am gone with what I need.
The essence of timely death:
cold and dark, loveless, hard.