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?
Wasnt it their plan?
Word of presence!
Havent we payed penance!
For the nuguns
Now the little boys sees through the eyes of the the lie.
Never direct note of his rhyme
Little girl glares cheats of the night,
Lovers connect at the price of his dime,
What have we said?
Wasnt it their plan?
Word of presence!
Havent we payed penance!
To the Nuguns, to the Nuguns!
What have we said?
Wasnt it their plan?
Word of presence!
Havent we payed penance!
What have we said?
Wasnt it their plan?
Word of presence!
Havent we payed penance!
For the Nuguns, for the nuguns,
TO YOU!
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