A Small Spark vs. A Great Forest - Norma Jean

And it felt like a blind guide,

Leading me into question.

Fight fair, fight fair.

But all you hear is noise.

Fight fair, fight fair!

I’ve earthed this seed so many times,

Deeply held in this skin of bark.

Branches made of ash,

And forests born aflame.

Restless and full of poison,

Shattered by a sea of dialogue.

Rabid speech, like dogs with teeth.

With words like a beggar, that don’t speak.

Crouched and bent out of shape.

Rip this tongue out by the root,

And shake these walls off this building.

A blaze is set upon the hills.

A blaze is set upon the hills.

An open grave from which a great forest will rise.

A fire collapses, the corpses I’ve made.

This should not be, oh how we curse.

The tongue is a flame, let there be grace.

With words like a beggar, that don’t speak.

Rip this tongue out by the root,

And shake these walls,

Shake these walls off this building.

A blaze is set upon the hills.

A blaze is set upon the hills.

Fight fair!