Vertebraille

Norma Jean · O' God, The Aftermath [2005]

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?

It's all your fault.



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 without meaning.

Action without function.

Nothing will breed nothing.

It's all your fault.

Why can't you brace yourself?