It Was As If The Dead Man Stood Upon The Air - Norma Jean



Rewind the cycle.

My Regret is the world I created.

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 head resting in the arms of a circular rope.

Rewind this cycle endless cycle.



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