Creating Something Out Of Nothing, Only To Destroy It lyrics

Song information

Artist: Norma Jean
Album: Bless The Martyr And Kiss The Child

Lyrics

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
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
This becomes your future
Unseen war
Your weapons are useless
Drop the gun
Golden gun
Like bringing a knife to a gun fight