House Without a Ceiling - Bad Habit Lyrics

Sickened by the state of things
Black and white have turned me into gray
Flying high don't seem to integrate
Lying low just to commiserate

Then
It's in the back of my mind
Something centuries old
How I wish it could be

And then I feel a resurrection coming
And my mind, it keeps running
Something's happening to me
I'm sorry about it
It's just a bad habit
When I get inside my head it's burning
I keep tossing and turning
All my fears are recurring
I'm sorry about it
It's just a bad habit

Blackened skies become subliminal
Take what's mine and leave the minimal
The perfect crime, but not a criminal
To follow orders from the writings on the wall

Timeless thoughts of haunted phantoms
That speak in rhymes and preach abandonment
Shining light on what we could have won

Timeless thoughts of haunted phantoms
That speak in rhymes and preach abandonment
Shining light on what we could have won

And then I feel a resurrection coming
And my mind, it keeps running
Something's happening to me
I'm sorry about it
It's just a bad habit
When I get inside my head it's burning
I keep tossing and turning
All my fears are recurring
I'm sorry about it
It's just a bad habit