Creating Something Out Of Nothing Only To Destroy It(Bless The Martyr Album Version) - Norma Jean

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 knive to a gun fight