Norma Jean
Bayonetwork: Vultures in Vivid Color
We walked on glass
We walked on glass
We walked on glass
All day long
With eyes rolled back, rolled back, roll
With eyes rolled back, rolled back, roll
It came with smiles, it came with gestures
And it came with motives
Investing flowers in one hand
And a blade
In the other
This is between
Me and this blade, and my heart
This is between
Me and this blade, and my heart
With eyes rolled back, rolled back, roll
With eyes rolled back, rolled back, rolled back
Rolled back, rolled back
Distributing the rusty knives
In these countless attractive letters
With a directional diagram
Of a guilty heart, of a guilty, guilty heart
"Insert, insert knife here"
"Insert knife here"
This is between
Me and this blade, and my heart
This is between
Me and this blade, and my heart
This is between
Me and this blade, and my heart
Lack of thought on this
Has attested catastrophic
Come one, come all
Introduce knife to heart
Introduce knife to heart
Introduce knife
To your heart
Introduce knife
To your heart, heart, heart
With eyes
Rolled back, rolled back, rolled back