Tekster: Norma Jean. The Human Face, Divine.

It is all done wrong, or so it appears. It is all
done right. Eternal eyes. I am pressing on no matter
how it looks. It is all planned out. Understatement.
Lay your hands on your mouth. Negativity. I don't want
to hear it. Your cursed tongue. This is greater than
you. This is greater than me. Flawless. Increase time
and it will all fall into place. I don't care about
surroundings. I don't care about wicked words. I don't
care about surroundings. I don't care about desire. I
don't care because it is a waste of my time. Don't
sell
out. It all comes to these words a batte field inside
my mind. Shall i take her or leave her. I will site my
sites north. I will not feed it doubt. I will not be
cursed by doubt or a concubine wife.