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