Lyrics: System Of A Down. Nüguns.

And the little boy stared to the eyes of the night
But he collects price of his dime
Little girl glared, sheets of denial
Bullet connects to the price of her crime

What have we said?
Wasn't it their plan?
Word of presence
Haven't we payed penance
To the nuguns?

And the little boy sees through the eyes of the the lie
Never direct note of his rhyme
Little girl glares sheets of the night
Lovers connect at the price of his dime

What have we said?
Wasn't it their plan?
Word of presence
Haven't we payed penance
To the nuguns
To the nuguns

What have we said?
Wasn't it their plan?
Word of presence
Haven't we payed penance

What have we said?
Wasn't it their plan?
Word of presence
Haven't we payed penance
To the nuguns?
The nuguns?

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