Norma Jean
Bless the Martyr and Kiss the Child
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
