"Virtue" lyrics

Confession sounds like braggish eyes
Give away a prize
I can feel the rising tide
Self loathing that underlies
All your sympathetic smiles
And all your shallow lies
It's too late to disguise or hide

And you make a virtue of your vices
Don't give me that knowing look
I'm not your friend
Do you understand?

You must be so proud of the silence of your conscience sometimes
Despair in your eyes tries to tell me you're a good man
That you remember as a child
How everybody used to love you
I do believe you
But what can I do?

You, who brags about your vices
Don't give me that knowing look
I'm not your friend
Do you understand?
And you make a virtue of your vices
Don't give me that knowing look
I'm not your friend
Do you understand?
And you make a virtue of your vices
Don't give me that knowing look
I'm not your friend
Do you understand?