Force of habit

and friendly neighbors are baring their fangs in the shadows Like turning off the TV watched by force of habit I sometimes want to stop living

Going unrewarded Everyday You're a Bot only caught in a wave, can't stop Do you think you can control it? No, it's just a force of habit

You know that, ıt's force of habit. Take something from it.

Upside down, clap your hands Until it becomes a force of habit, on your feet now Hold nothing back, let's go! Though we're not in sync... that's no good

( http://lyricstranslate.com/en/trostpreis-consolation-prize.html ) Force of habit, yes - I have had a mishap again That adorns your body now, I am a molester

So dramatic, now it's all emphatic means The bigger the mouth that I can eat you with Force of habit, God you reek of your havoc But consider the sources you've been tampering with!

How long will you continue to devour junk by force of habit, without being satisfied?

When loneliness Causes your eyelashes to bat When, through force of habit All the noises of the city

Alone, as if by force of habit Even tonight, I stop by the bar An echo, taunting me, fills the air It's a voice that seems familiar.

I'm sorry, that after tablets and red wine I'm shouting things in your ears, like that thing with "consolation prize" Force of habit, yes - I have had a mishap again That adorns your body now, I am a molester

I think I declared my heart as bankrupted after you I don't fool myself but the force of habit is one thing, love is another thing

When you're half way up, you're half way down It lifts you up, unless you break your ground And force of habit, the religious road Join the army and see the next world

Just take a look behind the curtain of demise I'm an addict force of habit on the double I spark the static for dramatics call me trouble

And when she wakes up suddenly And she says your name to me I'll just hope it's force of habit And not need

Between the tides the time seems endlessly The force of habit or whatever Pulled me back into a well-known pain.

This is a song from under the floorboards This is a song from where the wall is cracked My force of habit, I am an insect I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact

Yet the fall can leave your heart breaking It's right there in front of you all you have to do is grab it Yet it's so hard to break a force of habit

because the tears of Sunday dried a bit by the Sabbath and you forgive me quickly, much earlier than this passes by perhaps this is the force of habit, perhaps it hurts to recall it hurts more to grow up, to see that i haven't changed at all

It must be the cold or yearning or simply force of habit but now that it isn't there, I cannot sleep

Yet every Pole’s a moron and a thief. Generally speaking, everything’s ticking me off again, So I’ll have another moan-force of habit.