Vises

Sticks and stones break my bones

Words hurt like hell

When I crave an escape

My vise makes me well

It's so wrong to do

But it makes me feel right

I try to stop

But its a battle I cannot fight

Light it up

Tip it back

I have no control

Release all the slack

Like a flame and moth

I'm attracted to the thing

That burns up my life

Yet makes my souls sing

When the smoke clears

That's when I am worst

My dreams keel over

My nightmares are cursed

Sever this pain

Let its blood run cold

To this satanic vise

My soul has been sold

My thoughts are now dead

My body is too

That is what happens

When the vise controls you