Sangtekst: Incubus. A Crow Left Of The Murder. Made For TV Movie.

I heard a word from 'On high'
Glare like a light in the sky
It said, "Quit blowing each other up"

Voicing so crystalline clear
Some thing's unclean in your ear
When only blood fills your cup

Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me, yeah
Focus
I'm witnessing history, repeating

It fell like a tear from my eye
Flying machine so up high
Well, there goes the neighborhood

A scene set to singe innocence
Up heave, unhinge, and pit against
Like every made for TV movie should

Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me, yeah
Focus
I'm witnessing history, repeating

Focus, focus, focus
Focus
(I can see now)
Focus
(I can see now)
Focus
(I can see now)

We are, we know, we see, we think for you, yeah
The who, the what, the when, the where, the why
We build your yang, we build you too, we see you, oh

Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me, yeah
Focus
I'm witnessing history, repeating