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

Your eyes, your concrete
Cross crisscross my
Walking in circular
shine your ammo, polish your metal
I not your wicked weapons
My war is not someone like you
A string of blood is not my own strings between
Increase and it will fall into place
A sword and my

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