Devil's in the Detail

Blurry eyes hang heavier than guilt
I was dreaming of sleeping but the moment was fleeting
And the next thing I knew, it was morning
A hoarse throat
A worn out anecdote
The devil’s in the detail
I’m at the crossroads
The pressure was there and then the bow burst
I would talk of despair 'til my face fucking hurt
Choking on diamonds, coughing up dust, coughing up dust
I’m job loathing rarely sleeping
Never shaving, never eating
And I’m a lost man, I have no clue
I misplaced my virtue
A hoarse throat
A worn out anecdote
The devil’s in the detail
I’m at the crossroads
The pressure was there and then the bow burst
I would talk of despair 'til my face fucking hurt
Choking on diamonds, coughing up dust, coughing up dust
And air intake so desperate to be
When air turns to water and insides scream
Choking on diamonds, coughing up dust, coughing up dust