Songtexte: Norma Jean. O God the Aftermath. Scientifiction.

Bring this underground, bring this to its knees
Marching in slumber, swelling shades of mystery

We have the motive to breathe
And to feed from the mouth of deceit

Bring this underground, bring this to its knees
Bring this underground, bring this to its knees
Bring this underground, bring this to its knees

Mutual fear will bring us peace
The raven builds its nest, builds its nest

We have the motive to breathe
And to feed from the mouth of deceit
We have the motive to breathe
And to feed from the mouth of deceit

No, we have the motive to breathe
And to feed from the mouth of deceit

I'm haunted by the strains of human limitation
Haunted by the strains of human limitation, limitation, haunted
I'm haunted by the strains of human limitation
Haunted by the strains of human limitation, limitation

We have the motive to breathe
And to feed from the mouth of deceit
We have the motive to breathe
And to feed from the mouth of deceit

I'm sending you letters like I'm daring you to
In relation to you going astray
What seemed like a lifetime spent riding
On the wings of backwards devils

It was like I had fled from a lion, only to meet a bear
Cut off when I saw the unseen
Sending me home, covered with dust and ashes
Humiliation and insignificance

Oh, the curious teeth of a bear, those fangs
A continual lash and spur onto dedication
I will not be moved or shaken
I will not be mislead

Messenger follows messenger, follows messenger
Follows messenger, follows messenger
Follows messenger, follows messenger
Follows messenger