"Focal Point" lyrics

You could watch it waste away
So easily
Writhing around on bed of nails
Self-treachery
I wouldn't call some zombie film
Exemplary
A scolding's on the forecast in
A burning gallery

The lens flare fades and drags you over
'Cause it's all lime and there's no soda
Intertwined with nay good, hard to bear
And that's your lot

Flick the dial for now you've seen
More than enough
The steamroller of life sure missed
This strait of rough
You know the way it goes and once again
You've called its bluff
One delight grabs your ankle, one menace
Pulls your cuff

The lens flare fades and drags you over
'Cause it's all lime and there's no soda
Intertwined with nay good, hard to bear
And that's your lot

You'll wash up dead upon the sands of your eternal scratching at
Your head, gripped hair is finer, than the shores where you lay dried out
If all your basket's filled with is the suffering around you
Then the first to drop and leave will be the right hand of relief

The lens flare fades and drags you over
'Cause it's all lime and there's no soda
Intertwined with nay good, hard to bear
And that's your lot

And that's your lot
And that's your lot
And that's your lot