Bad Habit - Ecca Vandal

Dream weaving into a sunken chest

It will take more, than love games to break

The bad habit, the bad habit

You let down, you let it all go

For what fool?

You let down?

So what now, sit here and let you drown

For what fool?

I’m let down

Clear warning of your indulgent knife

Bleeding light into your hollow attempt to quell

This bad habit, bad habit

You let down, you let it all go

For what fool?

You let down?

So what now, sit here and let you drown

For what fool?

I’m let down

This isn’t the first time, this isn’t the first

You do what is pleasing

Think, thinking

Only of what comes around fast, fast

But, this has shaken enough to lose my grip

You let down, you let it all go

For what fool?

You let down?

So what now, sit here and let you drown

For what fool?

I’m let down