Norma Jean. Absentimental: Street Clam. Zeneszám

The contract of black halos. Go, run for your mouth,
your open mouth. run your open mouth. Close your open mouth.
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 and not what you love.
Sun blacks out, sky blacks out
Your names are indications
in red blood and
I'm choking on my tongue.