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Creating Something Out of Nothing, Only to Destroy It
Norma Jean
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Your eyes, your concrete eyes
Cross crisscross my path
(We walk) Walking in circular patterns
Shoe shine your ammo, your metal
Shoe shine
Polish your gun
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
A sword and my heart
So much so that it makes its way through my throat giving me thought to speak
My pistol
My dagger
This becomes your future
Unseen war
String of blood
That is not my own
Strings between a sword
And my heart
It's so much so
That it makes its way through my throat
Giving me thought to speak
This becomes my pistol
This becomes my dagger
This becomes your future
Unseen war
Your weapons are useless
(Drop the gun)
Golden gun
(The gun)
Your weapons are useless
(Drop the gun)
Golden gun
(The gun)
Your weapons are useless
(Drop the gun)
Golden gun
(The gun)
Your weapons are useless
(Drop the gun)
Golden gun
(The gun)
Like bringing a knife to a gun fight
Like bringing a knife to a gun fight
Like bringing a knife to a gun fight
Like bringing a knife to a gun fight
Like bringing a knife to a gun fight
Like bringing a knife to a gun fight
Like bringing a knife to a gun fight
Like bringing a knife to a gun fight
Like bringing a knife to a gun fight
Like bringing a knife to a gun fight
Like bringing a knife to a gun fight
Like bringing a knife to a gun fight
Like bringing a knife to a gun fight