The End Of All Things Will Be Televised
Norma Jean
5:12What did you say? Don't speak You nailed down all your words on me It felt like a blind guide Leading me into quicksand To fight fair, fight fair Not all you hear is noise Fight fair, fight fair Fight fair, fight fair I've earthed seed so many times Deeply held in this skin of bark Branches made of ash And forest born of flame Restless and full of poison Shattered by a sea of dialogue Rabid speech, like dogs with teeth With words like a beggar that don't speak, that don't speak Crouched and bent out of shape! Rip this tongue out by the root And shake! Shake these walls of this pale grave A blaze, a blaze is set upon the hills A blaze, a blaze is set upon the hills A blaze, a blaze is set upon the hills A blaze, a blaze is set upon the hills Open grave from which a great forest will rise The fire collapses The corpses I've made This should not be Oh, how we curse Tongue is a flame Let there be grace With words like a beggar, with words like a beggar That don't speak, that don't speak That don't speak, that don't speak That don't speak! Rip this tongue out by the root And shake these walls Shake these walls of this pale grave A blaze, a blaze is set upon the hills A blaze, a blaze is set upon the hills Fight fair, fight fair! Fight fair, fight fair! Fight fair, fight fair! Fight fair, fight fair! Fight fair, fight fair! Fight fair, fight fair! Fight fair!