Текст песни Norma Jean — The Shotgun Message
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.
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