NORMA JEAN - Creating Something Out Of Nothing, Only To Destroy lyrics

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