Norma Jean - Scientifiction: I. A Clot Of Tragedy - Ii. A Swarm - Текст песни

I. A Clot of Tragedy
Bring this underground, bring this to it's knees.
Marching in slumber, swelling shades of mystery
We have the motive to breate and to feed from the
Mouth of deciet.
Mutual fear will bring us peace as the raven builds it's nest.

II. A Swarm of Dedication
I'm haunted by the strains of human limitation
Sending you letters like I'm daring you to,
In relation to you going astray.
What seemed like a lifetime spent riding on the wings of the backwards
Devils.  It was as if I had fled from a lion, only to meet a bear.
Cut off when I saw the unseen.  Sending me to my home,
Covered with dust and ashes.
Humiliation and insignificansce.
Oh, the curious teeth of a bear, those fangs,
A continual lash and spur onto dedication.
I will not be moved or shaken.  I will not be mislead.
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