Song Lyrics

"Creating Something Out Of Nothing Only To Destroy It"

by Norma Jean
Album: Bless the Martyr and Kiss the Child

Your eyes, your concrete eyes. Cross crisscross
my path... Walking in circular patterns. Shoe shine
your ammo, polish your metal. I need not your wicked
weapons. My war is not with someone like you. A
string of blood that is not my own strings between.
Increase time and it will fall into place. a sword
and my heart. So much so that it makes its way through my throat giving me thought to speak. This becomes my pistol. This becomes my dagger of my time. Don't sell out It all comes to. This becomes your future. Unseen war. Your weapons are useless. Drop the gun. Golden gun. Like bringing a knife to a gun fight.


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