The Shotgun Message
Josh Scogin
Staring at the world through a hole 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 am stabbed by grace and slinging blood
I'm slinging blood
I'm slinging blood