Old Habits

Creeping and crawling, silently stalking
Can't be too quiet, hope you can't hear the knife that I am drawing
I've got to learn how to fit it, prepare to part ways and omit
Help me be aggressive cause I feel alone when I fight it
I don't know how to split and quit when we feel so knit
Will you remit if I submit and commit myself?
Because I have this recognition that I am unfit

Old habits don't die easy
Old habits don't die easy
Old habits don't die easy

Only way you slay a beast is through great thought and reverent prayer
Be aware of sacred-secular psychology
Living two lives is a perfect split in your theology
How can I fight something that I can't see?
When all of it's thoughts, all of it's goals
Malicious thoughts for desire an control
Are buried deep between somewhere that I can't reach in my soul
Or what if it's broad in my face
But I'm too blind to see the trace
Acting like a dye, coloring my eyes

Old habits don't die easy
Old habits don't die easy
Old habits don't die easy

Impossible to detect all it's deep rooted fallacy
Ashamed of nothing but this evil desire to shine
That makes me want to appear as something I'm not
Put myself up on the pedestal, thinking I was on cloud nine
Blinded and confused by all of these lies that I bought
The source is artificiality
Living in a secret fear that one day I might be careless
And you might careless
At one time I felt innocent and harmless
But through time I think I grew heartless
Twisted, misconstrued and abused, this thing that beats
That I could never bring to you