Текст песни Downcast - Порок

vice
Everybody thinks you are holy ,
Not really.
In your soul is darkness ,
A seemingly warm light .
And the thing inside you
It nourishes malice juice
You take care of it
It's yours - vice.

vice
vice
vice

I keep running
On the blade of fate,
Inhaling the dust of empty roads.
I Burn century
In light of the run out of the darkness ,
But my feet bound vice.

I keep running !
On the blade of fate!
A common person!
The same as you !

I am sure he is : you are weak ,
Though you think - no.
No escape from the clutches
You do it forever .
He hid inside,
Tasting malice juice
You take care of him,
It's yours - vice!