Anna Vice

Tell me, I want to know when will you stop
Or if that act of yours will ever drop
Tell me, when will you learn to walk in our tight shoes?
And see through our wounded eyes
It's easy to play victim, really
Especially when the world has shown nothing but cruelty
But tell me, will you ever learn to feel pain that wasn't on your skin?
Or will you continue to play that act, over and over again?

You told us a story originated from your own misery
With sugar and spice, and some of edited reality
You wanted tears, puddled up right under your feet
You wanted rage, boiled up right inside our chest
What will happen when we've inherited your hatred?
What will happen when time burnt our vengeance and left us jaded?
I hope you know, oh I pray to God you know
Because it would hurt when you realized that you only cause woe

Tell me, can you hear them howling
The same cry you made when your skin was ripped apart?
Tell me, can you see the scars similar to your fingertips
The blues and reds across our skin in shape of your fists?
You say that they hurt you, But can you see that you hurt us too?
With your whispers of vengeance, your worst of intentions
Tell me, will you ever stop being a vice
Or will it continue till you meet your demise?