Norma Jean: Creating Something Out Of Nothing, Only To Destroy It

aus dem Album: Bless the Martyr & Kiss the Child

Songtext:
Your eyes, your concrete eyes. Bonn Webseiten Design
Cross crisscross my path...
Walking in circular patterns. Leuchtfolie Langenfeld
Shoe shine your ammo, polish your metal.
I need not your wicked weapons. Grundrisse Immobilien
My war is not with someone like you.
A string of blood that is not my own strings between. Adventskalender selber basteln
Increase time and it will fall into place.
A sword and my heart. Maklertools
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 knive to a gun fight.