Norma Jean
"Self Employed Chemist"

It's like you know the words but you can't hear the music.
You've lived a lie for so long, now you believe it.
You're shooting silver bullets and taking magic pills.
I'm asking you do you know a way to delete my conscience?
Don't put your ear to the floor to hear the sound of the future.
Yours is a history. Shaped by disaster.
We're coming back for you. You better brace yourself.
I'm telling you, We're coming back
To collect that killer who killed me and threw me away.
Am I holding you up or are you holding me down?
We make the same mistakes, We always count them.
I want to fail you so badly.
I;m telling you, We're coming back to collect that killer.
What if I have to lose? What if I have to suffer?
So what if I have to lose? So what if I have to suffer?