And the little boy stared 

Into the eyes of the night 

Buttons collects price of his time 

Little girl glared 

Sheets of the denial 

The bullet connects to the price of her crime 



What have we said 

Wasn't it their bed 

What of our presence 

Haven't we paid penance 



For the Nüguns 



Now the little boy sees 

Through the eyes of the delight 

Levers erect not of his rhyme 

Little girl bled 

Sheets of the night 

The lovers connect to the price of his dime 



What have we said 

Wasn't it their bed 

What of our presence 

Haven't we paid penance 



For the Nüguns x2 



What have we said 

Wasn't it their bed 

What of our presence 

Haven't we paid penance 

x2 



(To the olds god and moved on x3 

To the new guns x2 

x2) 



For the Nüguns x2 

Do you