Norma Jean - Sun Dies, Blood Moon | Текст песни

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• Norma Jean
• Sun Dies, Blood Moon

Have no fear and open your eyes.
Observe the glowing room through the blood that runs through your eyelids.

I guess it’s time to wake...

Moving hours with vacant hands...
Just for the chance to sleep again.
Drag my feet across the earth, yeah...
I guess that nothing's restored.

Make my way through my designer home into the heart of my captivity...
Where I am both the prisoner and warden.
All I need is the air inside my lungs or a cigarette...

Life is blank without the flame.
It’s OK, cause I am still within the womb.
Watching from the inside, the inside.

The great things wait just past the horizon.
They lose their glow when the lights hit their skin.
Outstretched hands, I’ll flee—
And, to nothing, I will open the door.

The sun is dead— or maybe just fading out...
It hits my skin for the first time in days.
As I slip into the air, I feel the warmest winter that I can remember.
Breathless is the empty world...

Aimlessly walking through a vacant city.
The architecture is all alone.
If this is the end, I don’t feel a damn thing.
My tired feet matter no more.

It seems the things I tend to believe always fall to my feet to dig my shallow graves.

You must have felt this before you even woke up.
You should have known it years ago.
You must have learned this before you even woke up.
You should have known it years ago.

Don't be surprised, my friend—
You made your own decisions.
You worked hard, you fought the good fight.
The taste of copper in a failed mouth,
Full of broken teeth and the sounds,
The sounds of excuses.

I’ll count my blessings on the fingers of the unbitten hand.
Empty of reason...
Goodbyes on the tip of my tongue, forever—
And so it goes...

I must have seen it before I even woke up.
I should have known it years ago.

I will storm the gates of hell.
I will kill the queen of death, herself.
Shadowless in the last direct light of the drowning sun.

I will storm the gates of hell.
I will kill the queen of death, herself.
Shadowless in the last direct light of the drowning sun.

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