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)