The Vice

Oh, neglect me, my dear

My brambles grow thick in your absence

So next time you try to cut me down

Your blades will blunten on my branches

You wound the vice one turn too tight

Too much pressure makes a lesser fool out of me

You bent the bars one inch too far

Now they're gaping, I'm escaping

Who needs a key?

I'm long gone

Oh, insult me, my dear

And like a sponge I'll absorb

But when I've soaked all I can hold

On your head like a rain cloud I'll pour

You wound the vice one turn too tight

Too much pressure makes a lesser fool out of me

You bent the bars one inch too far

Now they're gaping, I'm escaping

Who needs a key?

I'm long gone

And you're gonna cry like a mourner

And I'm done cowering in corners

Slowly and surely I'll saw

Through your sordid sob stories

I'm long gone

You wound the vice one turn too tight

Too much pressure makes a lesser fool out of me

You bent the bars one inch too far

Now they're gaping, I'm escaping

Who needs a key?

I'm long gone