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Bloody But Unbowed (Planes Mistaken For Stars)

And you're spitting bullets as the words trip off Of my tounge, and your 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