Habit

It's the sight of the water that gets you wet

With a jangle of keys, you will swing open

At the thought of forgiving, you will forget

You have a terrible habit

Habit

Habit

Habit

Habit

It's hard not to feel hungry for the feast in your mind

It's not the strain on your eyes that'll make you go blind

It doesn't matter what's forward, you will leave it behind

You have a terrible habit

Habit

Habit

Habit

Habit

By the size of your head

You must know everything

Every small consequence

That knowing everything brings

Which means that you must know better

But you don't want to admit

That all the pain gives you pleasure

And you just don't want to quit

Habit

Habit

Habit

Habit

Habit

Habit

Habit

Habit