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COWARD'S VICE

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COWARD'S VICE was released on March 15, 2026 by 10687246 Records DK as a part of the album COWARD'S VICE - Single

Song Details

AlbumCOWARD'S VICE - Single

Release DateMarch 15, 2026

Label10687246 Records DK

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM150

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

worzy

Keyboards

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Christopher Yu

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

worzy

Producer

Lyrics

Just a little danger, little flame found at the bottom of a bottle

If I weren't such a spook, you'd see me swilling brew today

Just a little smoke, a little hope, but a flick of flint and flash away

But I shun the pull, I shan't indulge, I'm due on stage, ah, ah

So please, the director's vision

Cheese, smile for the image

The camera's rolling, keep the pretense pristine

I strike a pose that's not me at all

And show the crowd what they want for

The guilty pleasures of obscuring your seams

I play the role like I need a bottle, baby

And the lines roll like whiskey off my tongue

I chase the high 'cause I can't brave the bottom, baby

And I'm not sure if I've got enough

Putting on a hell of a show to never tell

And smothering self as I revel in the sin of falling in line

Keeping it moving without a slip-up

Licking their boots for one more hit of

This coward's sort of a vice

Just a little tickle, little kick found in the trick of being honest

If I weren't such a spook, you'd see me spill my guts today

Just a little shame, a little pain, for a fill of fishy arete

What a load of bull, I shan't indulge, I'm due on stage, ah, ah

So please, the director's urges

Cheese, even 'hind the curtain

The camera's rolling, leave the scene how it is

I strike a pose that I can't make sense of

Throw up while keeping tempo

All for the privilege to sell ego for id

I play the role like I need a bottle, baby

And the lines roll like whiskey off my tongue

I chase the high 'cause I can't brave the bottom, baby

And I'm not sure if I've got enough

Putting on a hell of a show to never tell

And smothering self as I revel in the sin of falling in line

Keeping it moving without a slip-up

Licking their boots for one more hit of

This coward's sort of a vice

It's a long, long, road to the bottom of the second act

And try as you might to hide self in the light

It won't fade 'til you're gone

The role portrayed left me steel to still a beating heart

Each swing of the blade cleaved pain farther away

But that's heart's beating on

I play the role that I need to follow, baby

And the film rolls until I drop, drop, drop

I chase the high 'cause I got no tomorrows, baby

But I'm not sure if sunrise is on

Look me in the eyes and just tell me what you see

Is real and the same in you as me

Oh, when'd I fall so far out of line?

Keeping it moving without a slip-up

Spilling my guts for one more hit of

This coward's sort of a vice, vice

Oh, is to fit such a crime?

This sin of falling in line

Written by: Christopher Yu

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