Vices Video (MV)

My whole life controlled by the slow vice
Of time and it's so nice to find
That there's no rhyme or reason
Just flow through the seasons
The cold changes the leaves and
The warmth requires seeing

Realizing the vices of life in their totality
We're addicted to prescriptions forgetting about morality
And my mentality was to blame shame and complain
Insisting on difference instead of seeing we're the same
But when it rains it pours and we've flooded right through the floor
Create an ocean of emotion see Noah wash up ashore
And now our core is complicated 'cause our dreams depreciated
Students graded and berated who knew to anticipate it
We're told "appreciate it when you're old you'll know it's needed"
But the greed for green impeded growth of empathy defeated
Feet now feature preachers; walk on graves of Earth's deceivers
Since the reaper keeps receipts for the sins of truth concealers
Who construe you and me as enemies but heaven sees inequity
Inevitably will equal out and drain your pain with brevity
Lessen lives of lies you'll like it might just be surprised
It tightens ties between your brain and eyes with pumping veins you'll feel alive

My whole life controlled by the slow vice
Of time and it's so nice to find
That there's no rhyme or reason
Just flow through the seasons
The cold changes the leaves and
The warmth requires breathing

Love is intrinsically simplistic but personally specific
If you hoard it to your chest then at best you'll get sadistic
And implicit in the hate that will saturate your fate
Rating tragedies and casualties instead of trying to relate
Who's hurting more is not a score, you keep it and you'll want for more
Going to the corner store to blow some brains out on the floor
Seeking out the simplest route to killing those you care about
Counting kids who cut in doubt no need to shout just talk it out
Doubting how you found your friends, dividing them to separate ends
Impending doom you play pretend but loop it back we play again
Pause it where we ought to stop it letting go of those who cause it
'Cause they kiss up to our congress, couldn't keep them from the crosses
Rumors true you're in a stupor spreading terror like a tumor
Locker room talk isn't humor end it sooner mend and suture
Pending user sending troopers lending bombs to every suitor
When it's wrong but Heaven's Loser's longing for upended futures