Translational

The non dimensional spectrum, The non dimensional pull, The one dimensional eye Just like a low lying black cloud hovers over a city. So does the fog produce dependence. Deliver me. I won't have it any other way. Deliver me. So we can fade away. The ghost sighed, there will be no grasping out for one straw, my dear enemy. There is only grasping out for several. Submit the hand. Granted, you care about countless and such careless things, precarious enemy, but these are not the questions I asked the coin. So toss again. I won't have it any other way. So bury me with your guilt in the desert in the beating sun. We can't float forever. Enemy the prize that prize the enemy. It's as if I were speaking to myself to no ears but my own. Turn off the dark so I can lift my head again. Light a torch and set yourself ablaze again. Burn baby burn. Yeah, catalyst. Giver of faith, I'm on fire with you. So we can fade away, yeah so we can fade away. --- Translational - Norma Jean