Norma Jean

Return to sender,Carried straight from the womb to the grave Your eyes have been paled to emptiness All thing have been carved out by the unceasing haunts of (this)the Great Manipulator It's the end of the Earth or something like that Sit down let's

Like miracles like Clockwork and like miracles, You witnessed halos, but you failed to see its horns. The illusion of intelligence, a continuous sounding bell. And can feel the interruption in the air? Can you feel the static? I've never seen you lik