Bad Habits
These words will be the end of me
These words bring a new life to me
Stacked upon one another, yet I cannot grip
I cannot grip
These words render through a cosmic sea
These words revoke our life to be
Stacked upon one another, yet I cannot grip
I cannot grip
Contagion has shut down
Ground control to minor 3rds
Overtake and shed some sleep
Harmony loves tragedy in our own jeopardy
I cannot seem to say what I need
They have my tongue
Let's cut it out
Can't speak over you
My words keep losing meaning
Maybe don't take it so serious
Three syllables to complete a thought
I get caught
Becoming lost
As words have quickly left me
The winds howl around their lost souls today
Stuck in a spectrum between the living and the dead
Their open mouths enter the worms of the living
Slither in and out
The winds howl around their lost souls today
Stagnant air lifts up the creature myth
Stuck between life and death
An order to connect and forget
Time is evaporating
Time is still
I cannot seem to say what I need
They have my tongue
Let's cut it out
In order to connect and forget
Connect and forget
Sleep on, fly on
In our minds we can fly
These words bring a new life to me
Stacked upon one another, yet I cannot grip
I cannot grip
These words render through a cosmic sea
These words revoke our life to be
Stacked upon one another, yet I cannot grip
I cannot grip
Contagion has shut down
Ground control to minor 3rds
Overtake and shed some sleep
Harmony loves tragedy in our own jeopardy
I cannot seem to say what I need
They have my tongue
Let's cut it out
Can't speak over you
My words keep losing meaning
Maybe don't take it so serious
Three syllables to complete a thought
I get caught
Becoming lost
As words have quickly left me
The winds howl around their lost souls today
Stuck in a spectrum between the living and the dead
Their open mouths enter the worms of the living
Slither in and out
The winds howl around their lost souls today
Stagnant air lifts up the creature myth
Stuck between life and death
An order to connect and forget
Time is evaporating
Time is still
I cannot seem to say what I need
They have my tongue
Let's cut it out
In order to connect and forget
Connect and forget
Sleep on, fly on
In our minds we can fly
Credits
Writer(s): Hanford Daniel Briggs, Blake Cartland Richardson, Giles Thomas Rogers, Andrew Paul Waggoner, Dustin Robert Waring
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