Nüguns

And the little boy stared into the eyes of the night
Button collects price of his time
Little girl glared, sheets of the denial
Bullets connects to the price of her crime
What have we said? Wasn't it their bed?
What of our presence? Haven't we paid penance
To the new guns?
Now the little boy sees through 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 their bed?
What of our 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 our presence? Haven't we paid penance?
What have we said? Wasn't it their bed?
What of our presence? Haven't we paid penance
To the new guns, to the new guns?
To you