|
|
//-->
Staring at the world through the whole you put in my hand.
That was caused by a blade you gently inserted.
I did this for you, not for your religon, not for your patterns.
I did this for you.
I did this for a man like you.
Stop searching and find me.
I am stabbed by grace and slinging blood.
Norma Jean Lyrics
Shotgun Message Lyrics
|
|
|
|
|
|
