Recovering the Vice Lyrics

The shade falls, masking the answer.
Just an arm's length above, enough to trim ambition.
Beneath the well, building up the surplus that serves them.
Burn the suits…
The oil spills and screens the ground.

I hold in my hand the power to soothe.
I can hear your voice,
but can't find the will to move.

Underneath the haze sit numerous ways
to take it in, process run…
Never even realize.
Sunlight creeps, yearns to shine…
it's so close to burning up.
Down and out, structured life…
need to recover the vice.

I hold in my hand the power to soothe.
I can hear your voice,
but can't find the will to move.

Down and out, structured life…
a need to recover the vice.