Cemetery Like A Stage — Norma Jean

There will be no more color Broken I stand here A new creation On the stage of history Where map and compass Mean nothing at all The arrows are in me My spirit drinks poison I joined the avalanche Just to feel alive

I remember sitting in My mothers room And I watched them cry We're not supposed to be here Tonight I will sleep on the floor Oh, such weight

All colors rushing back Restoring frail life We're broken here We're ruined here

There are strangers In my house Tripping over Themselves to White wash this Disaster I am young but I'm not blind

All colors rushing back Restoring frail life We're broken here We're ruined here

The Voice of Heaven Speaks with time A new understanding Dedication This will never fade I guess the body Means nothing at all

Broken and unbroken

All colors rushing back Restoring frail life We're broken here We're ruined here