Cross crisscross my path walking in circular patterns
Shoe shine your ammo polish your metal
I need not your wicked weapon
My war is not with someone like you

A string of blood that is not my own strings between
Increase Time and it will all fall into place

A sword and my heart
So much so that it makes its way
Through my throat my throat giving me thought to speak


Your weapons are useless drop the gun

Golden gun like bringing a knife to a gun fight





(hope I got it right, its impossibly hard to read the lyrics in the booklet)