Texty: Allele. Point of Origin. Closer To Habit.

How cold the light unfolds
I feel unfaided
Reveale the truth and I become unstapled
Now you're sick and exhausted, you're choking up
All your thoughts of regret, what you've given up
Now you're crazed and disgusted, this place is destructive
And now, its taking me over

I have the world to walk on my own
How can I face the truth alone?
And I've found the will to bury it all
And I'm closer, now I'm closer to habit

You shoot the sky with lies
It becomes unfaithful
Open your eyes till they finally close
Reveal the truth and I become unstable
No more aching to find what you can't live up
As your tastes become needs don't you get enough?
Now you're closer to habit, cursed as an addict

Some how, save me

I have the world to walk on my own
How can I face the truth alone?
And I've found the will to bury it all
And I'm closer, now I'm closer to habit

I will not give in [x3]
to this habit

I have the world to walk on my own
How can I face the truth alone?
And I've found the will to bury it all
And I'm closer, now I'm closer to habit [x2]

But I'm closer to habit