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von DEADLETTER

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