The Vice Does Tight

There must be something [x6] There must be something more to life than this vice There must be something more to life that we can't even know

Maybe somewhere on a purple shore beyond the status quo

The lights from Mars

Well we've seen it before

The telescopes tell us it's true A cluster of stars

bringing woe and such pain

What's a poor little planet to do?

The vice does tight And the vice does bite And we will not slip from its firey grip

And the vice does thrive Though its been deprived And the vice will gnaw with its cosmic maw

The vice does tight

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[Spine:] We hoped that there was life out there But we could never know That the horrors of the stars above could crush us with one blow

[Hatchworth:] The pods of whales; they were fleeing something Now we're tangled in a web like flies Tendrils grasp from afar and they'll bring us our end by the hand of a million eyes

[Rabbit:] What's in the sky?

The vice does tight And the vice does bite And we will not slip from its firey grip

And the vice does thrive Though its been deprived And the vice will gnaw with its cosmic maw

The vice does tight

There must be something [x6]

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There must be something [x3]

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