The Vice کے بول

Oh, neglect me, my dear My brambles grow thick in your absence So next time you try to cut me down Your blades will blunten on my branches You wound the vice one turn too tight Too much pressure makes a lesser fool out of me You bent the bars one inch too far Now they're gaping, I'm escaping Who needs a key? I'm long gone Oh, insult me, my dear And like a sponge I'll absorb But when I've soaked all I can hold On your head like a rain cloud I'll pour You wound the vice one turn too tight Too much pressure makes a lesser fool out of me You bent the bars one inch too far Now they're gaping, I'm escaping Who needs a key? I'm long gone And you're gonna cry like a mourner And I'm done cowering in corners Slowly and surely I'll saw Through your sordid sob stories I'm long gone You wound the vice one turn too tight Too much pressure makes a lesser fool out of me You bent the bars one inch too far Now they're gaping, I'm escaping Who needs a key? I'm long gone