Norma Jean - O' God, The Aftermath
O' God The Aftermath (2005)
1. Murderotica: An Avalanche In D Minor
Our knives say "We're making way for this, the ending."
Stay back, turmoil is across-the-board
It is making way for... a gaping tear is opening
This is our last broadcast.
We're recklessly looking for the truth,
and we'll tear this place apart.
There is hope for us yet.
Hope is there.
2. Vertebraille: Choke That Thief Called Dependance
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
A lust for complete nothingness that lusts for more nothing.
Motion wihtout meaning.
Action without fucntion
nothing will breed nothing.
it's all your fault.
why can't you brace yourself?
3. Bayonetwork: Vultures In Vivid Color
We walked on glass all day long, with eyes rolled back
it came with smiles, it came with gestures, and it came with motives.
Investing flowers in one hand and a blade in the other
This is between me and this blade, and my heart.
Distributing rusty knives in these countless attractive letters
with a directional diagram of a guilty heart.
"Insert Knife Here"
Lack of thought on this subject has attested catastrophic
Come one, come all, introduce knife to heart.
With our eyes rolled back.
4. Dilemmachine: Coalition, Hoax
I don't care. we don't care, no one seems to care.
The mirror of our mouths endlessly yelling
May I have your attention, attention, attention?
This is a quote from our weapons,
"This fight is more important than your life."
destruction is constructive.
The world and waking and wearing.
the way that deaf can see a sound in darkness
Certainly we will find hope in desperation.
no. destruction is destructive.
Everyone stay calm, we're taking over this ship
with our lives, with our hearts, and with our hands out
to this God forsaken town. Hell will have no mercy.
5. Coffinspire: Multitudes, Multitudes In The Valley Of Decision!
They rest on the coast and teh die is impending.
We pull at the motionless and static,
but the torrent has crowned their heads.
it fills their ears and it makes them ill.
they do not struggle at all.
This will speak of the end, and will not prove false.
It is time to move on with the weapons of faith and love.
Synchronize your steps to the sound of guns.
This world is damned to hell and it's a revelation.
And this is a shallow grave, adn it's on the highest rise,
We stand on its highest crest.
I'll set myself on fire. Com on, watch me burn.
Poisoned now enough to kill ten hundred men.
The harvester's mouth has not gone dry.
6. Liarsenic: Creating A Universe Of Discourse
Run, run farmer screaming bloody murder.
The daughters of question have been murdered, murdered, murdered.
Deception is charming.
No, I don't think so.
I dont think so. I don't think so. I don't think so.
These things harmonize and overthrow
these things will cure, but they will tear down
and we are not the ones who carry on.
and we are not the ones who wear the shroud, tear down.
Liar, condescender, words born as bastards.
Our swords will rest and a course in miracles all hail
and killers will rise. Where have we gone wrong?
Understanding laced in the web. I don't think so.
7. Disconnecktie: The Faithful Vampire
It's taken me 50,000 separate wrecks to get here and
I've learned absolutely nothing. As I'm standing here alone,
upright and motionless I am drowning in her sea.
The rising and stinking of every consciousness I've ever known
Now detached and disconnected. The endless cycle of idea and action,
Endless invention, endless experiment, endless hope and endless
disappointment. and I thought all I needed was just one breath to stay
afloat. For me it was like...like the breath, the last breath, the
last breath that I never wanted. Any of this.
I never thought that this would
capsize, but this isn't a boat, its a coffin! And now I'm moving forward.
Into the sea...into the great sea.
So I begin with the end in mind.
The cycles of heaven, 20 centuries gone by, come home.
I've fallen three miles now... and I still can't shake this dragon,
but the end is coming like a flood. It's going to be a year for
growing and the greatest amount of forgetting. My sea is dying, but
death is a doorway
and at the very root of me I know this.
It's the greatest reminder. What a board world to roam in,
what a sea to swim in, so I begin with the end in mind.
8. Absentimental: Street Clam
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.
9. Charactarantula: Talking To You And The Intake Of Glass
I will speak careful formulations of defense, these wary methods.
Words with no echo, this is an unfair architecture,
and my fists will surrender to my emotion.
each other's experience with the intimidating sound
of our voices. Truth is the method of defense and
Passion cries out from our fiery blaze of words.
They make monuments and we make no progress.
We could build a mansion with our million dollar words.
Separate the widow from the bride.
in this part of my story I am the one who dies...
the only one.
10. Pretendeavor: In Reference To A Sinking Ship
Oh my god, hand us down our ribbons.
you death defier you. Far from fear, we are.
adrift and gone. after the fallout, after a million miles.
Adrift is the reason for the rain and we're in the undertow.
Stop dancing around, in stories untold
The mind has conquered the whole heart.
Sewing the insecure thread of reason.
I'll burn what it takes. Drown what it takes,
We're not going down with this ship.
I burned 41 hills for the love of academic ability.
that exceeds the love of search for the truth.
We comprehend a massive array.
[I. A Clot of Tragedy]
Bring this underground, bring this to its knees
Marching in slumber, swelling shades of mystery
we have the motive to breathe and to feed from the
mouth of deceit
Mutual fear will bring us peace as the raven builds its 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 teh 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 adn ashes.
Humiliation and insignificance.
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.
Messenger follows messenger follows messenger follows......
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