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

Your eyes, your eyes
Cross crisscross my
Walking in circular
shine your ammo, polish your metal
I not your wicked weapons
My war is not with someone you
A string of blood that is not my own between
Increase time and it will into place
A and my heart

So much so that it makes it's way through my throat giving me thought to
This becomes my
This becomes my of my time
Don't out
It all to
This becomes your
war
Your are useless
the gun
gun
Like bringing a knive to a gun