Tekster: Norma Jean. Bless The Martyr & Kiss The Child. It Was as if The Dead Man Stood Upon The Air.
Rewind the cycle, the cycle
My regret is the world I created
My 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 neck resting in the arms of a circular rope
Rewind, rewind this cycle, endless cycle
Rewind, rewind this cycle, endless cycle
Rewind, rewind this cycle, endless cycle
Rewind, rewind, rewind this cycle, endless cycle
Rewind
My regret is the world I created
My 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 neck resting in the arms of a circular rope
Rewind, rewind this cycle, endless cycle
Rewind, rewind this cycle, endless cycle
Rewind, rewind this cycle, endless cycle
Rewind, rewind, rewind this cycle, endless cycle
Rewind
Bless The Martyr & Kiss Th
Jean Norma
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