Tekster:
Planes Mistaken For Stars Fuck With Fire

and we've slept where before we wouldn't stand, and we cant hide out hands because we've all smeared guilt across our faces, and we've lost beauty and

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

and we've slept where before we wouldn't stand, and we cant hide out hands because we've all smeared guilt across our faces, and we've lost beauty and

of where we've laid we're only lying to say we'll lay there again so fuck your remember whens because we're still breathing THIS IS YOUR DOCUMENT YOUR LAST DANCE, SO FUCK

friend swallow hard and breath deep blur the lines where rhythm dies. you can tell the lies that we've swallowed by the time it took to choke them down

if the rooms spinning your with me. and we'll be throwing bottles at ghosts best left buried and behind. the dust song screams it wont be long. and if

Roll with my squad or go singular I ain't into bitches who fuck animals like caligula More hot shit so get your water sprinkler Fire extinguisher Rhyme prime minister C'mon! Never mistake me for

it, how we fade em now cupid?s aiming his arrow right there at me no more nonchalance can I be, with you here starring at me with the most beautiful eyes

only one Crazy enough to shoot your ass with a knife and stab you with a gun. (aaggggh!) I like fire, you might see me start it I'm slightly retarded