Texty: Norma Jean. O God the Aftermath. Disconnecktie.

It's taken me fifty thousand separate wrecks to get here
And I've learned, I've learned absolutely nothing
As I'm standing here alone, upright and motionless
And I'm drowning in her sea

The rising and sinking
Of every consciousness I've ever known
Now detached, disconnected

The endless cycle of idea and action
Endless invention, endless experiment
Endless hope, endless disappointment

And I thought all I needed was just one breath to stay afloat
For me it was like, like the breath, the last breath
The last breath that I never wanted, any of this

I never thought that this would capsize
But this isn't a boat, it's a coffin
And now I'm moving forward
Into the sea, into the great sea

So I begin with the end in mind
So I begin with the end in mind
So I begin with the end in mind
So I begin with the end in mind

So I begin with the end in mind
So I begin with the end in mind

Cycles of heaven, twenty centuries gone by
Twenty centuries gone by, come home
Cycles of heaven, twenty centuries gone by
Twenty centuries gone by, come home

Cycles of heaven, twenty centuries gone by
Twenty centuries gone by, come home
Cycles of heaven, twenty centuries gone by
Twenty centuries gone by, come home

The end is coming like a flood
It's going to be a year for growing
And the greatest amount of forgetting

My sea is dying but death is a doorway
And at the very root of me I know this
And at the very root of me I know this, I know this

It's the greatest reminder
What a broad world to roam in
What a sea to swim in, what a sea to swim in

So I begin with the end in mind
So I begin with the end in mind
So I begin with the end in mind
So I begin with the end in mind

So I begin with the end in mind
So I