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, not for your religon, not for your patterns. I did this for you. I did this for a man like you. Stop searching and find Me. I am stabbed by grace and slinging blood. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/n/norma+jean/shotgun+message_20101783.html ]