Norma Jean - Bless The Martyr And Kiss The Child Album Lyrics

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The Entire World Is Counting On Me, And...

Running away from this earth. May it pass away
in the beautiful flames that it was created for.
Because when tomorrow fails to come, today is just
not the same. Inflamed earth. Roses. In this hope.
For all i care set it all a blaze.

 

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Face: Face

Leech with two daughters. "Give give they cry."
Her name is, she is a liar. I refuse to be hers.
A kiss from her is one of the grave. Bullets by
her mouthful an enemy at the six. She Simply will
not die.

 

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Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste

Waltz around the room, with a glaze in your stare.
In your tuxedo suit. I'll give it a name. Lower
defenses. I'll lower the casket. Open the door.
Open the grave. Murder. Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer......
Waltz around the room, with a glaze in your stare.
In your tuxedo suit. I'll give it a name. Lower
defenses. I'll lower the casket. Open the door. Open the grave.
Mediocrity is the killer.

You find yourself helpless. Christ is not a fashion,
fleeting away. fashion...

He laid emeralds in her eyes, oh but I'd
already tried. a bracelet made of gold and scarlet
thread around her wrist. and everything was wrong so we
sang sentimental songs. Oh how seldom we belong but
how elegant our kiss. and we painted crooked lies but we
danced in perfect time to a love so much refined, we
know not what it is until like a dullen wine we pour
into a grief we know before but it's never quite like this. never quite like this.
All I know now is regret, it follows like a silhouette
along the cobblestone behind me, but has nothing to
say except to innocently ask, a voice as delicate as
glass, "Do you see me when we pass?" but I continue on
my way.

 

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Creating Something Out Of Nothing, Only To

Your eyes, your concrete eyes. Cross crisscross
my path... Walking in circular patterns. Shoe shine
your ammo, polish your metal. I need not your wicked
weapons. My war is not with someone like you. A
string of blood that is not my own strings between.
Increase time and it will fall into place. a sword
and my heart. So much so that it makes its way through
my throat giving me thought to speak. This becomes my
pistol. This becomes my dagger of my time. Don't sell
out It all comes to. This becomes your future. Unseen
war. Your weapons are useless. Drop the gun. Golden
gun. Like bringing a knife to a gun fight.

 

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Pretty Soon, I Don't Know What, But...

Time can kill the greatest of men. Even the strongest
find themselves on the floor. It Doesn't have to be
this way. Time keeps moving on and on. Fragile time
can not waste again. Fragile time can't be laid to
rest. Fragile time can lead you to the grave or
fragile time can start eternity. It kills their walk,
I watch them wash away. Its all worth while. Time
goes on.

 

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The Shotgun Message

Staring at the world through the whole you put in my
hand. That was caused by a blade you gently inserted.
I did this for you, not for your religion, not for your
patterns. I did this for you. I did this for a man
like
you. Stop searching and find Me. I am stabbed by grace
and slinging blood.

 

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Sometimes It's Our Mistakes That Make For...

It feels so good up to my skin. One more mile and it
is sinking in. I have tried to make mine a tree. And
not have so much of me. God has stolen my heart. So I
will write it down. I consume myself with invisible
things. Escape. Congratulations. This is my escape. A
pen and book and if the world can see what I got and
then lets all have a good look. A fortunate one.

 

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I Used To Hate Cell Phones But Now I Hate Car Accidents

Run far away from what you have created.
You have created this drama.
You're Dancing around the truth.
My God rain down power.
My God rain down fire.
War.
With these diamonds you cut your throat.
Code red. Cut throat victim.
The outside looks so good.
It is so simple and yet they don't find.
It is so simple and yet they don't mind.
The tragedy is the ignorance behind the clean casket.
On the outside they look so good.
They're walking to wall street in a straight jacket.

 

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It Was As If The Dead Man Stood Upon The...

Rewind the cycle. My Regret is the world i created.
Regret the kiss that sealed my fate. Rewind, rewind
it all again. Rewind the silver that was my price. I
think i will take a walk and rest my soul. A
cylindrical
head resting in the arms of a circular rope. Rewind
this
cycle endless cycle.

 

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The Human Face, Divine

It is all done wrong, or so it appears. It is all done right.
Eternal eyes.
I am pressing on, no matter how it looks.
I am pressing on, no matter how it looks.
It is all planned out.

Understatement.

Lay your hands on your mouth.
Negativity.
I don't want to hear it.
Your cursed tongue.
It is all planned out.
Understatement.
This is greater than you (this is greater than you).
This is greater than me.

Flawless.

Increase time and it's all falling into place.
I don't care about surroundings.
I don't care about the way it looks.
I don't care about wicked words.
I don't care about desire.
I don't care because it is a waste of my time.
It is all planned out.

Understatement.

Don't sell out.
It all comes to these words, a battle field inside my mind.
Shall I take her or leave her.
I will set my sites north.
Increase time and it's all fall

I will not curse my tongue.
I will not feed it doubt.
I will not be cursed by doubt or a concubine wife.

 

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Organized Beyond Recognition

White tie black jacket. I ain't see you in a while.
Your whites shine, black velvet. I ain't seen you in
a while. You're slick, a slick and polished mess. I
ain't seen you in a while. Lets just face the fact and
get back to the basic form.