The Shotgun Message - Norma Jean

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