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Norma Jean
Norma Jean


Background information
Origin Douglasville, Georgia, USA
Genre(s) Metalcore
Mathcore
Years active 1997—present
Label(s) Razor & Tie Music Records
Solid State Records
Associated acts The Chariot
Spitfire
Eso-Charis
Living Sacrifice
Underoath
Website Website
Members
Cory Brandan Putman
Scottie Henry
Chris Day
Jake Schultz
Chris Raines
Former members
Daniel Davison
Josh Doolittle
Brad Norris
Josh Scogin



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Norma Jean Album


Bless The Martyr And Kiss The Child (08/13/2002)
08/13/2002
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Running away from this earth.
May it pass away in the beautiful flames that it was created for.
Because when tomorrow fails to come, today is just
not the same.
Inflamed earth.
Roses.
In this hope.
For all i care set it all a blaze.


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Leech with two daughters.
"Give give they cry."
Her name is, she is a liar.
I refuse to be hers.
A kiss from her is one of the grave.
Bullets by her mouthfull an enemy at the six.
She Simply will not die.


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Walk around the room with a glaze in your stare.
In your tuxedo suit.
I will give it a name.
Lower your defenses.
Lower your casket.
Open the door and open your grave.
Murder.
Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer.
Mediocrity is the killer.
You find yourself helpless.
Christ is not a fashion, fleeting away.
He laid emeralds in her eyes,
Oh, but I'd already tried
a bracelt made of gold and a scarlet thread around her wrist. Everything was wrong
so we sang sentimental songs.
"Oh how seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss."
We painted crooked lines
but danced in perfect time to a love so much refined,
we know not what it is until like a dullen wine we pour
into a grief know before but never quite like this.
Never quite like this
All i know now is regret,
it follows like a silhouette
along the cobbelstone behind me,
but has nothing to say except to innocently ask,
its voice delicate as glass,
"Do you see me when we pass?"
but i continue on my way.

. . .


Your eyes, your concrete eyes.
Cross crisscrossmy path...
Walking in circular patterns.
Shoe shine your ammo, polish your metal.
I need not your wicked weapons.
My war is not with someone like you.
A string of blood that is not my own strings between.
Increase time and it will fall into place.
A sword and my heart.
So much so that it makes its way through my throat giving me thought to speak.
This becomes my pistol.
This becomes my dagger of my time.
Don't sell out It all comes to.
This becomes your future.
Unseen war.
Your weapons are useless.
Drop the gun.
Golden gun.
Like bringing a knive to a gun fight.

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Time can kill the greatest of men.
Even the strongest find themselves on the floor.
It Doesn't have to be this way.
Time keeps moving on and on.
Fragile time can not waste again.
Fragile time can't be laid to rest.
Fragile time can lead you to the grave or fragile time can start eternity.
It kills their walk, I watch them wash away.
Its all worth while.
Time goes on.


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Staring at the world through the whole you put in my hand.
That was caused by a blade you gently inserted.
I did this for you, not for your religon, not for your patterns.
I did this for you.
I did this for a man like you.
Stop searching and find Me.
I am stabbed by grace and slinging blood.


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It feels so good up to my skin.
One more mile and it is sinking in.
I have tried to make mine a tree.
And not have so much of me.
God has stolen my heart.
So I will write it down.
I consume myself with invisible things.
Escape.
Congradulations.
This is my escape.
A pen and book and if the world can see what I got and then lets all have a good look.
A fortunate one.


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Run far away from what you have created.
You have created this drama.
Dancing around the truth.
My God rain down power.
My God rain down fire.
War.
With these diamonds you cut your throat.
Code red.
Cut throar victim.
The outside looks so good.
It is so simple and yet they don't find.
It is so simple and yet they don't mind.
They tradegy is the ignorance behing the clean casket.
On the outside they look so good.
They are walking to wall street in a straight jacket.

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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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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.

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White tie black jacket.
I ain't see you in a while.
Your whites shine, black velvet.
I ain't seen you in a while.
You're slick, a slick and polished mess.
I ain't seen you in a while.
Lets just face the fact and get back to the basic form.


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