Текст (слова) песни: Norma Jean - Creating Something Out Of Nothing, Only
Cross crisscross my path walking in circular patterns Shoe shine your ammo polish your metal I need not your wicked weapon My war is not with someone like you
A string of blood that is not my own strings between Increase Time and it will all fall into place
A sword and my heart So much so that it makes its way Through my throat 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
(hope I got it right, its impossibly hard to read the lyrics in the booklet)
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