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Creating Something Out Of Nothing Lyrics by Norma Jean
Creating Something Out Of Nothing by Norma Jean
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.
Increase time and it will fall into place.
A sword and my heart.
So much so that it makes it's 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.
Your weapons are useless.
Drop the gun.
Like bringing a knive to a gun fight.