Lyrics Norma Jean – I Used To Hate Cell Phones But Now I Hate Car Accidents

My God rain down fire.
War.
With these diamonds you cut your throat.
Code red. Cut throat victim.
The outside looks so good.
It is so simple and yet they don’t find.
It is so simple and yet they don’t mind.
The tragedy is the ignorance behind the clean casket.
On the outside they look so good.
They’re walking to wall street in a straight jacket.