Norma Jean Liarsenic Creating A Universe Of Discourse Lyrics

Run, run farmer screaming bloody murder.
The daughters of question have been murdered, murdered, murdered.
Deception is charming.
No, I don't think so.
I dont think so. I don't think so. I don't think so.
These things harmonize and overthrow
these things will cure, but they will tear down
and we are not the ones who carry on. and we are not the ones who wear the shroud, tear down.
Liar, condescender, words born as bastards.
Our swords will rest and a course in miracles all hail
and killers will rise. Where have we gone wrong?
Understanding laced in the web. I don't think so.