Trace Levels of Dystopia - Norma Jean

The dead are coming back to life

Does it hurt you to know that

It doesn’t hurt me at all?

Oh how they love to see the mighty fall

Does it make me a bad person

That I can’t wait for you to see what’s coming?

Before you know it, they’ll send a flood of knives

Eager to hit your spine

This isn’t violence no.

Fantasy justice yeah

The world’s an empty stage and we’re just watching it

Spite becomes routine

Harrowing questions have easier answers

There will be hell to pay

There will be hell to pay

The dead are coming back

There will be hell to pay

And you see what’s coming

Before you know it, they’ll send a flood of knives

Eager to hit your spine

This isn’t violence no.

Fantasy justice yeah

The world’s an empty stage and we’re just watching it

Spite becomes routine

Harrowing questions have easier answers

So crack the chest.

Open and operate

Tie up the lungs with the debt because there’s nothing to save

Send the feet to the fields and the fire

Bill the hands, because there’s hell to pay

Because there’s hell to pay

Hell to pay

So crack the chest.

Open and operate

Tie up the lungs with the debt because there’s nothing to save

Send the feet to the fields and the fire

Because there’s hell to pay