Norma Jean Album

Our knives say "we're making way for this, the ending."
Stay back, turmoil is across-the-board.
It is making way for... a gaping tear is opening.
This, this is our last broadcast.

We're wrecklessly looking for the truth,
And we'll tear this place apart.
There is hope for us yet.

Hope is there.

Like death never content.
Starve the old and feed the new.
And it's all your fault.
Was there love once or have I forgotten her?
It's all your fault.

I have been sold into slavery.
I try to drown my sorrows but the sorrow swims well.
It's all your fault.

A lust for complete nothingness that lusts for more nothing.
Motion without meaning.
Action without function.
Nothing will breed nothing.
It's all your fault.
Why can't you brace yourself?

We walked on glass all day long, with eyes rolled back.
It came with smiles, it came with gestures, and it came with motives.

Investing flowers in one hand and a blade in the other,
This is between me and this blade, and my heart.
Distributing rusty knives in these countless attractive letters,
With a directional diagram of a guilty heart.
"Insert knife here."
Lack of thought on this subject has attested catastrophic.
Come one, come all, introduce knife to heart.
With our eyes rolled back.

I don't care, we don't care, no one seems to care.
The mirror of our mouths endlessly yelling.
May I have your attention, attention, attention?
This is a quote from our weapons,
"This fight is more important than your life."

Destruction is constructive
The world waking and wearing.
That way that deaf can see a sound in darkness.
Certainly we will find hope in desperation.
No, destruction is destructive.
Everyone stay calm, we're taking over this ship.
With our lives, with our heart, and with our hands out to this God forsaken town.
Hell will have no mercy.

They rest on the coast and the tide is impending.

We pull at the motionless and static,
But the torrent has crowned their heads.
It fills their ears and it makes them ill.

They do not stuggle at all.
They will speak of the end, and will not prove false.

It is time to move on with the weapons of faith and love.
Synchronize your steps to the sound of guns.
This world is damned to hell and it's a revelation.
And this is a shallow grave, and it's on the highest rise.

Stand on it's highest crest.
I'll set myself on fire.
Come on, watch me burn.
Poisoned now enough to kill ten hundred men.
The harvester's mouth has not gone dry.

Run, run farmer screaming bloody murder.
The daughters of question have been murdered, murdered, murdered.
Deception is charming.
I don't think so.
I don't think so. I don't think so. I don't think so.

These things harmonize and overthrow.
These things will cure, but they will tear down.
And we are not the ones who carry on.
And we are not the ones who wear the shroud, tear down.

Liar, condescender, words born as bastards.
Our swords will rest and a course in miracles will hail,
And killers will rise.
Where have we gone wrong?
Understanding laced the web.
I don't think so.

It's taken me 50,000 separate wrecks to get here,
And I've learned absolutely nothing.
As I'm standing here alone, upright and motionless,
I'm drowning in her sea.
The rising and sinking of every consciousness I've ever known.
Now detached and disconnected.
The endless cycle of idea and action,
Endless invention, endless experiment, endless hope and endless disappointment.
And I thought all I needed was just one breath to stay afloat.
For me it was like... like the breath, the last breath, the last breath that I never wanted.
Any of this.

I'm moving forward.
I never thought that this would capsize,
But this isn't a boat, it's a coffin!
And now I'm moving forward.

Into the sea... into the great sea.
So I begin with the end in mind.
The cycles of heaven, 20 centuries gone by, come home.

I've fallen three miles now... and I still can't shake this dragon,
But the end is coming like a flood.
It is going to be a year for growing and the greatest amount of forgetting.
My sea is dying, but death is a doorway.
And at the very root of me I know this.
It's the greatest reminder.
What a broad world to roam in, what a sea to swim in, so I begin with the end in mind.

The contract of black halos.
Go, run your mouth, your open mouth.
Run your open mouth.
Close your open mouth.

"Long live the falling love."
Sun blacks out, sky blacks out.
Don't plan on standing under the falling sky.
It's so pointless to fall.
Please believe what you see,
And what you hear.

Your names are indications in red blood and I'm choking on my tongue.

I will speak careful formulations of defense, these wary methods.
Words with no echo, this is an unfair architecture.
And my fists will surrender to my emotion.
Canceling each other's experience with the intimidating sound of our voices.
Truth is the method of defense and passion cries out from our fiery blaze of words.

They make monuments and we make no progress.
We could build a mansion with our million dollar words.
Separate the widow from the bride.
In this part of the story I am the one who dies...
The only one.

Oh my god. hand us down our ribbons
You death defier you
Far from fear we are
Adrift and gone.
After the fallout, after a million miles.
Adrift is the reason for the rain and we're in the undertow.
Stop dancing around, in stories untold.
The wind has conquered the whole heart,
Sewing the insecure thread of reason.
I'll burn what it takes, drown what it takes.
We're not going down with this ship.
I burned 41 hills for the love of academic ability.
That exceeds the love of searching for the truth.
We comprehend a massive array.

Bring this underground, bring this to its knees.
Marching in slumber, swelling shades of mystery.
We have the motive to breathe and to feed from the mouth of deceit.
Mutual fear will bring us peace as the raven builds its nest.