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Vice is a practice or a behavior or habit considered immoral, depraved, or degrading in the associated society. In more minor usage, vice can refer to a fault, a defect, an infirmity, or merely a bad habit. Synonyms for vice include fault, depravity, sin, iniquity, wickedness, and corruption. The modern English term that best captures its original meaning is the word vicious, which means "full of vice". In this sense, the word vice comes from the Latin word vitium, meaning "failing or defect". Vice is the opposite of virtue.
Depending on the country or jurisdiction, vice crimes may or may not be treated as a separate category in the criminal codes. Even in jurisdictions where vice is not explicitly delineated in the legal code, the term vice is often used in law enforcement and judicial systems as an umbrella for crimes involving activities that are considered inherently immoral, regardless of the legality or objective harm involved.
In the United Kingdom, the term vice is commonly used in law and law enforcement to refer to criminal offenses related to prostitution and pornography. In the United States, the term is also used to refer to crimes related to gambling, alcohol, and drugs.
News is the communication of selected information on current events which is presented by print, broadcast, Internet, or word of mouth to a third-party or mass audience.
One theory claims that the English word "news" developed in the 14th century as a special use of the plural form of "new". In Middle English, the equivalent word was newes, like the French nouvelles and the German neues. Similar developments are found in the Slavic languages – the Czech and Slovak noviny (from nový, "new"), the cognate Polish nowiny and Russian novosti – and in the Celtic languages: the Welsh newyddion (from newydd) and the Cornish nowodhow (from nowydh).
Before the invention of newspapers in the early 17th century, official government bulletins and edicts were circulated at times in some centralized empires.
The first documented use of an organized courier service for the diffusion of written documents is in Egypt, where Pharaohs used couriers for the diffusion of their decrees in the territory of the State (2400 BC). This practice almost certainly has roots in the much older practice of oral messaging and may have been built on a pre-existing infrastructure.
Leech with two daughters.
"Give give they cry."
Her name is, she is a liar.
I refuse to be hers.
A kiss from her is one of the grave.
Bullets by her mouthfull an enemy at the six.
Gone down and out feels like it's sinkin'
With a sense of direction it comes tumblin' down
And the sky's gone dark, the streets are stinkin'
And the howlin' wind comes blowin' through the neon towns
And on sweepin' over the land
Yeah, the shit is aiming for the fan
And no, there ain't no chosen few
It's comin' down by the minute
It's sad but you're in it, too
You play along but deny the pressure
Side by side with fools you're feelin' like a King
You're just a pawn moved around in a massive tester
But you play your part real, well so you, don't feel a thing
And on sweepin' over the land
Yeah, the shit is aiming for the fan
And no, there ain't no chosen few
It's comin' down by the minute
It's sad but you're in it, too
Dead set like you had a reason
I could never walk your way
My soul been down for treason
And no, there ain't no chosen few
It's comin' down by the minute
It's sad but you're in it too
Heart's gone black, the sky is fallin'
Piling up outside the transplantation camp
Time's up, coyote's calling
Debris being left as treasures
For the waiting tramp
And on sweepin' over the land
Yeah, the shit is aiming for the fan
And no, there ain't no chosen few
It's comin' down by the minute
It's sad but you're in it, too
Yeah, the street's a mess and the howlin' wind
Blows hard, the hammer's fallin' again
Ain't no jewels left in your crown
What do we owe this extreme pleasure to?
Your presence is so very appreciated
Let us now drop to our knees in praise
and lick from between the toes of your feet
may we rest
with the weight of your fresh steamin' shit
on our backs
on our backs
and lick from between the toes of your feet
asking forgiveness
for things we do naturally
lead us to the river
and pollute us
bleed us and dilute us
until we are clean and dry
(How can your love be repaid?)
Gone down and out feels like it's sinkin'
With a sense of direction it comes tumblin' down
The sky's gone dark - the streets are stinkin'
And the howlin' wind comes blowin'
Thru' the neon towns
It's sweepin' over the land
The shit is aiming for the fan
No there ain't no chosen few
It's comin' down by the minute
It's sad but you're in it too
You play along but can't hide the pressure
Side by side with fools you're feelin'like a king
You're just a pawn moved around in a massive tester
But you play your part real well so you
Don't feel a thing
Dead set like you had a reason
I could never walk your way
My soul be down for treason
No there ain't no chosen few
It's comin' down by the minute
It's sad but you're in it too
Hearts gone black the sky is fallin'
Piling up outside the transplantion camp
Time's up coyote's calling
Debris being left as treasures
For the waiting tramp
The street's a mess and the howlin' wind
Blows hard - the hammer's fallin' again
Ain't no jewels left in your crown
With a sense of direction
It comes tumblin' down
What do we owe this extreme pleasure to?
Your presence is so very appreciated
Let us now drop to our knees in praise
and lick from between the toes of your feet
may we rest
with the weight of your fresh steamin' shit
on our backs
on our backs
and lick from between the toes of your feet
asking forgiveness
for things we do naturally
lead us to the river
and pollute us
bleed us and dilute us
until we are clean and dry
(How can your love be repaid?)
lick etc.
Looking for recognition
In a defect reflection bastard son lonely one
Lay it down i'm done
Let's wander the worlds on our flat planet
I slain the burden
Deflower the tempt and disease what is me
I linger the line of disembodied masses
A pocket full of confusion
When 10 Vs. 9 my body hits ground
I'm in too deep flawless and majestic
Under the influence lies turn into lullabies
My life was always shit
And don't care how clear things seem
I slain the burden
The shape of colors succumb and deface
I linger the line of disembodied masses
A pocket full of confusion
When 10 Vs. 9 my body hits ground
Pitch black
Under a desert moon velvet
I linger the line of disembodied masses
A pocket full of confusion
I hear voices in my head
They counsel me
They understand
They talk to me
You got your rules and your religion
All designed to keep you safe
But when rules start getting broken
You start questioning your faith
I have a voice that is my savior
Hates to love and loves to hate
I have a voice that has the knowledge
And the power to rule your fate
I hear voices crying
I see heroes dying
I taste blood that's drying
I feel tensions rising
I hear voices in my head
They counsel me
They understand
They talk to me
They talk to me (yeah)
They tell me things that I will do
They show me things I'll do to you
They talk to me (talk to me, talk to me)
They talk to me
They talk to me (talk to me, talk to me)
Talk to me
All the lawyers are defenseless
All the doctors are disease
And the preachers are all sinners
And police just take the grease
All the judges, you are guilty
All the bosses I will fire
All the bankers will have losses
Politicians are all liars
I see darkness falling
I hear voices calling
I feel justice crawling
I see faith has fallen
I hear voices in my head
They counsel me
They understand
They talk to me
They talk to me (yeah)
They tell me things that I will do
They show me things I'll do to you
They talk to me (talk to me, talk to me)
They talk to me
I hear voices crying
I see heroes dying
I taste blood that's drying
I feel tensions rising
I hear voices in my head
They counsel me
They understand
They talk to me
They talk to me (yeah)
They tell me things that I will do
They show me things I'll do to you
They talk to me (talk to me, talk to me)
They talk to me
My loud cry will shake the ground
Sick and tired of your arrogance
I couldn’t bear any more I had to make a stand
Had enough of being afraid
I will make you regret all the things you said
[Bridge:]
So you will face me?
Get ready for it
No hesitation
I will make you fall
[Chorus:]
You earned the fury of my fist my friend I know you’ll
What did you expect to find? You’re forcing me to fight
you face to face
Why don’t you shout your mouth? I bet you wouldn’t even
There is no turning back, there’s nowhere to escape
So will you cry for help?
So you’re calling all your friends?
News flash for you my friend,
I don’t care how many I have to face
You know my fuel is my rage
No one can stop me now I have to raise some hell
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
You earned the fury of my fist my friend I know you’ll
What did you expect to find? You’re forcing me to fight
you face to face