It Was As If The Dead Man Stood Upon The Air

Norma Jean · Bless The Martyr And Kiss The Child [2002]

Rewind the cycle.

My Regret is the world i created.

Regret the kiss that sealed my fate.

Rewind, rewind it all again.

Rewind the silver that was my price.

I think i will take a walk and rest my soul.

A cylindrical head resting in the arms of a circular rope.

Rewind this cycle endless cycle.