Vertebraille: Choke That Thief Called Dependence Norma Jean

Like death never content
Starve the old and feed the new
And it's all your fault, yeah
And it's all your fault

Was there love once or
Have I forgotten her?
It's all your fault, yeah
It's all your fault

I have been sold into slavery
Into slavery

I try to drown, drown my sorrows
But the sorrow, sorrow swims well
It's all your fault

A lust
Lust for
A lust for complete nothingness
That lusts for more nothing

Motion without meaning, meaning
Action without function, function
Function