Focal Point

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 And that's your lot