Lyrics The Vice - Sonata Arctica

Number nine out of eleven little littermates
Rotten apples, all the way
Littermates, all with different fates
Taught them almost all I knew

And now, the best, the primus
Number Nine of eleven little littermates
Feeling almighty is after my throne

In the bright daylight, little Number Nine
Dressed to kill, much like me
Takes a look at the free world behind the gate
Of the castle and escapes

I leave the baits, the night awaits
Snare well hidden for the littermate
Evaded all but one, one by one

Eleven little littermates
Annihilate
Only Number Nine's not in sight
Hiding, for the moonlight eats the day
Kisses burn the paper-thin wings away

Hate me, hate me, if they want you to break me
Love is for the weak
And the restless, relief in the end
A broken lock and a twisted dream

For an early tomb, destiny's overruled
Trailed it back to the Pagan Cathedral

Don't love me, don't you dare!
I lie, I cheat and I don't care
(Don't you go telling me tales about fidelity)
Truth ain't safe with me

In (sane), in (pain)
Ran into a needle
Eye (love), Eye (hate)
Don't need anyone
Lights (on), Lights (out)
Read it loud and clear
And hear the lion roar

Without my eyes, they failed me
Knots untied
I turned my weakness into a
Fine profession
More I hear, more I see
I can feel the path I choose
What I did was a must
Faced the music, away from the light, alone
Without a view

Someone thought to know me well
Drowned me in a wishing well
Making mistakes, we all do
Worst of mine was trusting in a stranger

For now I'm feeling fine
Drank poison, liked the sign
Now touch the greatest fear
Impaired to look sincere

One step behind you, turn around
And I am gone with what I need
The essense of timely death
Cold and dark, love less hard