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, wasnt in their bed
What of presence havent we paid penance
For the nüguns
Now, the little boy sees through the eyes of 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, wasnt in their bed
What of presence havent we paid penance
For the nüguns, for the nüguns
What have we said, wasnt in their bed
What of presence havent we paid penance
What have we said, wasnt in their bed
What of presence havent we paid penance
For the nüguns, for the nüguns