Nuguns

And the little boy stared, to the eyes of the night,
Button collects, price of his time.
Little girl glared, sheets of denial,
Bullet connects to the price of her crime.

What have we said?
Wasn't it their bed?
What of presence,
Haven't we payed penance?
For the nuguns.

Now the little boys sees, through the eyes of the delight,
Levers erect, note of his rhyme.
Little girl bled, sheets of the night,
Lovers connect to the price of his dime.

What have we said?
Wasn't it their bed?
What of presence,
Haven't we payed penance?
For the nuguns.
For the nuguns.

(Acoustic solo)

What have we said?
Wasn't it their bed?
What of presence,
Haven't we payed penance?
What have we said?
Wasn't it their bed?
What of presence,
Haven't we payed penance?
For the nuguns.
For the nuguns. (To You!)