Norma Jean. O God the Aftermath. Vertebraille. Zeneszám
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?
I have been sold into slavery
I try to drown my sorrows but the sorrow swims well
It's all your fault
Your fault
A lust for complete nothingness that lusts for more nothing
Motion without meaning action without function
Nothing will breed nothing
Starve the old and feed the new and it's all your fault
Was there love once or have I forgotten her?
I have been sold into slavery
I try to drown my sorrows but the sorrow swims well
It's all your fault
Your fault
A lust for complete nothingness that lusts for more nothing
Motion without meaning action without function
Nothing will breed nothing
Jean Norma