Black Tuesday from Vice Tricks by Vice Tricks

BLACK TUESDAY

Started out bitter and cold
Living on a cushy lie of experience and disconnection
Finding out along the way
That guilt can hold more power than the regrets it has tossed away

Turn the key, hit the mark; yeah, it had to start
Focus on illusion, imperfection, and a call to relapse
Bite your tongue, hang your head play the perfect part
Never knowing in the end who is chosen; who was cheated

Chorus:
Black, Black, Black Tuesday
Life is hard,
Times are tight
See the chance to get away

Ran the race; done the time
Hang your head in quiet passage while you’re hoping for a better life
Nothing new to keep you in line
Taking pride in minor protest always working on a happy ending

Chorus:

Hurts to think; hope is lost
Turning numbers in the mind that’ll never hit a happy ending
Turning tricks, it’s all the same
Playing on this broken Tuesday counterfeit to fill another taking

Up, up, up; up and down. Up and back again
Prozac flying off the market to intice another fiend
Live on tea, cigarettes and a lot of theories
One more lie to take you down the road that no one ever needed

Chorus:

One step one, one step two
Now you’re at the door
Unfulfilled and disillusioned
Bent and broken tired bleeding
There’s a ringing in your head
Drives you off the wall
Wanna stop this cycle before
Something wicked tears you down

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