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

Your eyes, your concrete
crisscross my path
Walking in patterns
Shoe shine your ammo, polish 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 fall place
A sword and my

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