Just A Visual
by The Nerve Agents· from Days Of The White Owl
All of you wants, that pretty picture. The perfection, that illusion has got your head. Strive, strive, strive, but the image eludes your reality. On your deathbed, empty handed, it might all sink in. And as you tune out. It hits you. It was just a visual. And then it hits you. It was just a visual.