Lyrics The Nerve Agents

The Nerve Agents

Just A Visual

All of you want, 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