Текст (слова) песни: Norma Jean - The Shotgun Mwssage
staring at the world through the hole you put in my hand that was caused by a blade you gently inserted i did this for you not for your religion, 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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