Dead Poetic – Vices chords

Chords
Transpose:
Am F C GFeeling cold, feeling empty. Set the stage, where you want me.
Am F C GAnd this crowd right before me doesn’t care that I’m dying.
Am F C GAnd the audience stands with their eyes fixed on the preconceived version of me.
Am F C GI’m so betrayed by your hopes, but I will not hide myself for your peace of mind.
Chorus 1:
Am F C Oh, but Child. I’ve got Vices like any other man.
Verse2: (same Chords as verse 1) 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? Chorus 2:
Am F C Oh, but Mother. I’ve got Vices like any other man.
Am F C GVices that you’re not used to. Vices that’ll make you think less of me.
Verse 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. Chorus 3:
Am F C GOh, but Lover. I’ve got Vices like any other man.
Am F C GVices that you’re not used to. Vices that’ll make you think...
Am F C GOh, but Lover. I’ve got Vices like any other man.
Am F C GVices 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 FTo forget you.
C GTo forget you.
Chorus 4
Am F C GOh, but Jesus. I’ve got Vices like any other man.
Am F C G AmVices that you’re so used to. Vices that won’t make you think less of me.
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