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
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