Lletres: Norma Jean. Bless The Martyr & Kiss The Child. Human Face, Divine.

It's all done wrong, or so it appears
It is all done right, eternal eyes
I am pressing on no matter how it looks
I am pressing on no matter how it looks
It's all planned out, understatement

Lay your hands on your mouth, negativity
I don't want to hear it, your cursed tongue
It's all planned out, understatement

This is greater than you, this is greater than me
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless
Increase time and it will all fall into place, yeah

I don't care about surroundings
I don't care about wicked words
I don't care about wicked words
I don't care about desire

I don't care because it's a waste of my time
I don't care because it's a waste of my time
It's all planned out, understatement
It's all planned out, understatement

Don't sell out, don't sell out, don't sell out, don't sell out
It all comes to these words a battle field inside my mind
Shall I take her or leave her I will set my site north
[Incomprehensible]

[Incomprehensible]

I will not feed it doubt
I will not feed it doubt
I will not feed it doubt
I will not be cursed by doubt or a concubine wife.