We're all just runnin', but where do we go?
Buildin' our castles on foundations of woe
You say the bottle whispers secrets in the night
But those whispers turn to screams in the cold morning light
And I can feel the weight of a thousand eyes
Lookin' down from billboards in the open skies

Seems we're chasin' dreams that just ain't ours
You tell me tired's the heart that's lyin'
Then you feel that emptiness inside you's cryin'
And I can't see they're sellin' highs
Not the freedom that we're buyin'
I can’t see past the smokescreen lies

We're all just sellin', but what do we own?
Peddling pleasure while our sorrows have grown
You say the screen sells joy in high-def glare
But that joy disappears, just smoke in the air

And I can hear the chains of laughter tight
Clasped around souls in the neon night
Trapped in the grind, dollar signs in our minds
Spinning wheels in a race, just to stay in one line
But the truth, it burns through, in the still of the night
Saying life's more than a chase, more than hustle and strife
Cause we’re hungry for meaning, in this land of the free
But we're fed on illusions, that's the irony

Behind the bar's clink, where our worries all drown
We search for our peace in a pour or a round
You claim every shot can heal the soul's scars
But those bottle-born bandages won't get us far
And I can see the crowd of lost names
Marchin' in rhythm to the TV's game

Nancy Chisholm - Vices (Live @ The Malibu Club)

Prayers and blessings to you all and all your families and special prayers and blessings to all the victims. May they all rest in peace.

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