Good Add Vice Lyrics

4: 48, again
Early or late, hard to tell
Orbiting my bed

Mirror, Mirror, I call:
What crawls and lives off the wall?
- Nowhere left to fall.

Some claim Dark before dawn
Tell me: what are they on?
Silver lining their clouds
Silver spoons in their mouths
Good advice
Just add vice

4: 49, still here
Was it a month or a year
Walled inside of me

Some claim Dark before dawn
Tell me: what are they on?
Silver lining their clouds
Silver spoons in their mouths
Good advice
Just add vice

Some say that I'd do well to cope
Well maybe not; or maybe I'm slow
Mirror please, give up the ghost
Let it go

Some say, its darkest right before dawn
Id like some more of what they are on
Silver on every cloud
Silver spoons in their mouths
Good advice
Just add vice
Good advice
Just add vice