Habits

I have found it hard to break some habits that might break my form
Let these pieces in my madness morph into the things I mourn
Mixing fixes with my mistress
Twist my visions in my prison
I’m not listening to the triggers
Cause I think I’m in distress

I will hold the frame
I took all the blame
And the road is empty
And the road is cold

I forgot my envy
I forgot my soul
Curse these ghouls there’s plenty
Curse them all they’re sold
I felt the most from the oceans choking
I’m done with dope in thе morning boring
I dealt with noise and that shit was annoying
So fuck what’s it mean is it supposеd to be storming?

I have found it hard to break some habits that might break my form
Let these pieces in my madness morph into the things I mourn
Mixing fixes with my mistress
Twist my visions in my prison
I’m not listening to the triggers
Cause I think I’m in distress

I will hold the frame
I took all the blame
And the road is empty
And the road is cold