Creating Something Out Of Nothing Only To Destroy It

Your eyes, your concrete eyes

Cross crisscross my path

(We walk) Walking in circular patterns

Shoe shine your ammo, your metal

Shoe shine

Polish your gun

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

Increase time and it will fall into place

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 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