The Shotgun Message
Staring at the world through the whole you put in my head,
That was forced by the blade, you gently inserted.
I did this for you.
I did this for you, not for your religion, not for your murder.
I did this for you.
I did this for a man like you.
Stop searching and find me.
Stop searching and find me.
I'm stabbed by grace and slinging blood, and slinging blood, yeah slinging blood.
Autor(es): Norma Jean
