[ Featuring the Bad Habits ]
A stain bitter as coffee
A lie you don't love me
The fear that you might
Breathe deep with the falling
Of words that the tongue let slide
Fingers laced with unholy intent
Justify the end through the means
The subtle taste of salt and a cent
When I'm just lonely and you are naive
The same fool
Playing by the old rules
Nobody told you this ain't the plan
Stuck in this wasteland
Talking to a dead man
A butcher's hook through the looking glass
(try to pretend that you understand)
Sink your teeth in the moment
Struggle to hold it
A slave to the pull
Watch on helpless and hopeless
And know that you'll never be full
Let it slither beside you tonight
Memorize the movement you see
Bury your morals along with my pride
And forsake the forest for the tree
The same fool
Playing by the old rules
Nobody told you this ain't the plan
Stuck in this wasteland
Talking to a dead man
A butcher's hook through the looking glass
(you can't pretend that you understand)
Satisfaction in taking what's given
Sows a seed that's been sinking in roots
It's thriving in spite of you
The same fool
Playing by the old rules
Nobody told you this ain't the plan
Stuck in this wasteland
Talking to a dead man
A butcher's hook through the looking glass
(don't pretend that you understand)
Stuck in this wasteland
(this ain't the plan)
Stuck in this wasteland
(this ain't the plan)
Stuck in this wasteland
(this ain't the plan)
Stuck in this wasteland
