Nüguns

And the little boy stared to the eyes of the night But he collects price of his dime Little girl glared, sheets of denial Bullet connects to the price of her crime What have we said? Wasn't it their plan? Word of presence Haven't we payed penance To the nuguns? And the little boy sees through the eyes of the the lie Never direct note of his rhyme Little girl glares sheets of the night Lovers connect at the price of his dime What have we said? Wasn't it their plan? Word of presence Haven't we payed penance To the nuguns To the nuguns What have we said? Wasn't it their plan? Word of presence Haven't we payed penance What have we said? Wasn't it their plan? Word of presence Haven't we payed penance To the nuguns? The nuguns? Do you