Lletres: Norma Jean. Bless The Martyr & Kiss The Child. 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, 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
Stop searching and find me

I'm stabbed by grace and slinging blood
I'm slinging blood, I'm slinging blood