There will be no more colour
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 colours 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 colours 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 colours rushing back
Restoring frail life
We're broken here
We're ruined here
Redeemer
Artist: Norma Jean- A grand scene for a color film
- Blueprints for future homes
- A small spark vs A great forest
- A Small Spark Vs. A Great Forest
- A tempermental widower
- A Temperamental Widower
- The end of all things will be televised
- Songs sound much sadder
- The longest lasting statement
- Like swimming circles
- Amnesty please
- Cemetery like a stage
- No passenger No parasite
- No Passenger : No Parasite