Bed For The Scraping Songtext / Lyric

I'm sick with this I'm sick with this
Situation avoided or just missed?
My own sweet time says it's ten twenty four
Hardly recognise simple things anymore
I don't want to be defeated
This is the point
This is the manifest
Bed for the scraping
Dirty little secret
Reason for the gathering consequence
What else is there to do
But go outside and look around look around