"The Potter Has No Hands" - Norma Jean

Speaking madness while I strive for a wordless language

You cry experience at the top of your lungs

Can you make it loud?

Just make it loud.

Make it loud as hell

Molding the truths of unawareness

Search and destroy to fill the void at any result

So keep it down, just keep it down

I’m gonna ride this train till the end, the last stop is the cemetery

Cough up your last kill

You used to live now you just fertilize so breathe out all your last words

You used to live now you just fertilize

And waste your life trying to make memories

Wear it with pride because it’s all that you’ve got

You just don’t get it, yeah you just don’t get it

Make it loud, just make it loud.

Make it loud, just make it loud as hell

Ill rest here every night and propel my evils to him who hears me

Even in the stillness of thought

Even in the noise of your anger

Even in the silence of prayer

Cough up your last kill

You used to live now you just fertilize so breathe out all your last words

You used to live now you just fertilize

Make it so loud that the words are lost

Make it so loud that their stomachs are filled with the gold that they

endlessly seek

Make it so loud that they open their eyes

Make it so loud that the trees that they worship

Shake to their roots

Make it loud!

Don’t want to hear a word they have to say