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

Your eyes, concrete eyes
Cross crisscross my
in circular patterns
Shoe shine ammo, polish your metal
I need not wicked weapons
My war is not someone like you
A of blood that is not my own strings between
Increase time and it will fall into
A and my heart

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