They say old habits die hard
That one little thing leaves its truckload of scars
And when you go and do it today
You're aware of immorality, and the pain coming your way
Yet it's irresistible, an everyday thing
Despite the overwhelming trouble it brings
Because of this other things attack
Things dampening your mood, turning your soul black
You know where the light is, but the habit's grip is strong
You tear at it and succeed, but only for so long
It's claws pull you back, and now you relapse
It's addicting again, and you fall for the traps
You've got help and failed, time and time again
It's awake when you're asleep, no sleeping for Sin.