Bombenkinder - The Death of Norma Jeane Lyrics

It's a sticky situation
One that I don't want to be in
We're standing at the back door
Of her life
Well she's definitely crashing down
Burning till she hits the ground
She's laughing at the nightmare howls
Is this your dream

Norma we've built you up
Norma it's time to tear you down

We're adding up her regrets
And telling all her secrets
While she's sneaking through the ether
Of our soul
And if you're silent then you're just like me
Preying on her charity
Our dreams are now the enemy
It's not a dream

Hey Norma Jeane

Yeah she's trying on the red dress
The one we bought on credit
Now she's feeling the indifference
Of our hearts
And if you're smiling then you're not like me
Or going down so quietly
We're twisting up her memory
There is no dream