Nuguns
And the little boy stared to the eyes of the night
Button collects price of his time
Little girl glared sheets of denial
Bullet connects to the price of her crime
What have we said?
Wasn't it their bed?
What of presence
Haven't we paid penance
To the new guns
Now the little boy sees thru the eyes of delight
Levers erect note of his rhyme
Little girl bled sheets of the night
Lovers connect to the price of his dime
What have we said?
Wasn't it thier bed?
What of presence
Haven't we paid penance
To the new guns
To the new guns
What have we said?
Wasn't it their bed?
What of presence
Haven't we paid penance
What have we said?
Wasn't it their bed?
What of presence
Haven't we paid penance
To the new guns
To the new guns
To new