Norma Jean
Bayonetwork: Vultures in Vivid Color
We walked on glass
We walked on glass
We walked on glass
All day long
With eyes rolled back, rolled back, roll
With eyes rolled back, rolled back, roll

It came with smiles, it came with gestures
And it came with motives
Investing flowers in one hand
And a blade
In the other

This is between
Me and this blade, and my heart
This is between
Me and this blade, and my heart

With eyes rolled back, rolled back, roll

With eyes rolled back, rolled back, rolled back
Rolled back, rolled back

Distributing the rusty knives
In these countless attractive letters
With a directional diagram
Of a guilty heart, of a guilty, guilty heart
"Insert, insert knife here"
"Insert knife here"

This is between
Me and this blade, and my heart
This is between
Me and this blade, and my heart

This is between
Me and this blade, and my heart

Lack of thought on this
Has attested catastrophic
Come one, come all

Introduce knife to heart
Introduce knife to heart

Introduce knife
To your heart
Introduce knife
To your heart, heart, heart

With eyes
Rolled back, rolled back, rolled back