Luyện nghe bài hát Creating Something Out of Nothing, Only to Destroy It

Your eyes, your concrete
Cross my path
in circular patterns
Shoe your ammo, polish your metal
I need not your weapons
My war is not with someone you
A of blood that is not my own strings between
Increase time and it will fall place
A sword and my

So much so that it makes way through my throat giving me thought to speak
This becomes my
This becomes my of my time
sell out
It all to
becomes your future
war
Your weapons are
the gun
gun
Like a knive to a gun fight