A Killing Word Norma Jean

Love in the time
Secondhand social passage
A scripted interaction
Conversation is truly random
Threshing at the end
And shaking like a rushing vein

This is the introduction now

Graven effigy, rendered before every eye
Do your work with the desolate
Broken before the providence, every saint
Can you feel the lashing of the death sail?
Visions of war
Oh, there’s no interest in pleasing the ones looking for
Searching ways to misunderstand
You

Gutter press talk shows and you don’t know me
Testimony
But I could never understand myself

[Chorus]
You can’t know every bruise I’ve bought
But I know what you’re paying out to rake up its rot
No reverence for life or limb
But I would never disrespect the legacy they held
Pressure mends if you apply it or fall beneath it
Prisons and graveyards are filled with heads that wore the crown
Whisper me a killing word
Oh