Letra de A Grand Scene For A Color Film de Norma Jean

Return to sender,
Carried straight from the womb to the grave
Your eyes have been paled to emptiness
All thing have been carved out by the unceasing haunts of (this) the Great Manipulator
It's the end of the Earth or something like that
Sit down, let's break out the shotguns,
We're going to town.
You've given us user friendly grenades
So just what are you trying to say?

What Are You Trying To Say?