Bloody but Unbowed - Planes Mistaken For Stars

And you’re spitting bullets

As the words trip off of my tounge

And you’re spitting bullets

And everyone is chisled with my name

And you’ll hang me on

And you’ll hang me from every word

You’re a killing joke cloaked with a kiss

And hollow hits from hollow hands have never torn like this

No one’s leaving until we have 4 fists broken