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The Song Blueprints for Future Homes by Norma Jean symbolizes eternal and internal pain that cannot be fixed because the tone of the song insinuates suffering. It is not a skin deep song that represents a cut; it is a heart deep melody that represents more suffering then fixing. It is a good song to listen to if you believes in the eternal miracle work of the unfixable. The song has the comforting feel to it in the sense that you’re alone but at the same time it is very foreboding.

The pain of being slowly buried alive by pain is unbearable, most people collapse under it. “You’re killing me, just bury me” Shows the suffering of a thousand pains. Pain so deep that it was wishing it was over a you was buried. The excruciating depression of this is the fact that there is no hope left to the point of a sufferable death. No one wishes to be buried before you are finished dying, except in the case of extreme irreversible pain. It collapses the weak hearted and helpless.

The persistence of through work on a persons already broken spirit is the worst possible. “Like Miracles, Like clock work” The through intensity of pains beyond the human capability is like the twisting of the already mangled and broken. This is to be said, to get it deep enough to crush not only the body but everything keeping the human mind together. The whole miracle is the separation of everything complete in an almost timely manner, like someone’s immanent demise. The whole miracle, the awe of it, is how chaotic pain can fall so neatly into a single schedule, so to speak.

The Fact that there cannot be any continuance once it is completed robs the human of humanity so to speak, like home is a war field. “Hell is empty, the devils are here” The Devils are the ones that cause the pain, they are not where they belong. They have invaded our homes, disguised as us, causing chaotic, yet silent panic. Creating all that humans despise. Creating the pain we so heartedly say we like to avoid, yet we are really the cause, the devils at work. Hell is the place after the pain, the torture, hell was moved up, left to us. It is an empty desolate hope, left for those who need. The whole comfort of comfortless abyss. The grand scheme that you have suffered the worse.

Death and despair is what we so wholey despise, it is created, lyricated in this song, blue prints for future homes. Pain is immortalized in the most inhuman way. Creating the suffering of what we so dearly cling to at the edge of reality. When really we are in the so called hell of suffering. In human in a tight schedule that has yet to fail. Buried to prospone the on coming. Torture in the highest, yet lowest degree. We in human spirits cannot imagine the pain of us causing this, we push it off like it is nothing. Put is it really that far away?