Voice of the Vices

Intro:
Neon buzzin’ like a bad confession,
Midnight hums in a minor key,
Every scar’s got a good intention,
But good intentions ain’t for me.

Verse 1:
Whiskey on my breath, smoke in the air,
Angel on my shoulder, but the devil’s still there.
Every road I walk’s got a price on my name,
I sold my salvation for fortune and fame.

Pre-Chorus:
Mama said the truth would set me free,
But freedom’s just a lie that haunts me

Chorus:
I hear the voice of the vices, calling me home,
From the barstool throne to the miles I roam.
Every sin’s a song, every lie’s a prayer,
And the voice of the vices keeps me there.

Post-Chorus (Hook):
Yeah, she whispers slow, she don’t fight fair,
Leaves her fingerprints everywhere.

Verse 2:
Temptation’s a preacher with a silver tongue,
Singing old psalms where the lost get strung.
Truth’s a ghost in the neon light,
And I chase her down like a Saturday night.

Pre-Chorus:
I tried to quit her once or twice,
But jaded hearts don’t bargain nice.

Chorus:
I hear the voice of the vices, calling me home,
From the barstool throne to the miles I roam.
Every sin’s a song, every lie’s a prayer,
And the voice of the vices keeps me there.

Bridge:
Can’t drown a past that learned to swim,
Can’t fake a faith when the light burns dim.
I walk with the echoes of choices I made,
Down a road lined with debts I never paid.

Break (Half-Time / Drop):
Church bells ring but they don’t say my name,
Just another soul lost playin’ the blame game.

Final Chorus:
The voice of the vices keeps talking me down,
Says “wear your guilt like a crooked crown.”
If redemption’s real, she’s late again —
But the voice of the vices is my only friend.

Outro:
So pour one more for what I ain’t been,
Raise it high to the trouble I’m in,
If heaven’s closed and hell don’t care,
I’ll be right here…soul laid bare.

Southern outlaw, gritty, blues, slow burn