Nüguns Lyrics - System Of A Down

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? 

Do you