Nuguns

And the little boy stared
Into the eyes of the night
Button collects price
of his time
Little girl glared
Sheets of denial
The 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 nuguns

Now the
little boy sees
Through the eyes of the lie
Levers erect note of his
rhyme
Little girl bled
Sheets of the night
The 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 nuguns, to the
nuguns

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 nuguns, to the
nuguns

Thanks for commenting on us.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s