And the lil boy stared into the eyes of the night Button collects price of his time Lil girl glared sheets of denial Bullet connects to the price of her crime
What have we said? Wasnt it their bed? What of our presence Havent we payed penance For the nuguns
Now the little boys sees thru the eyes of the delight Levers erect note of his rhyme Little girl bled sheets of the night Lovers connect at the price of his dime
What have we said? Wasnt it the bed? What of presence Havent we payed penance For the nuguns For the nuguns
What have we said? Wasnt it the bed? What of presence Havent we payed penance For the nuguns For the nuguns