Lyrics:
Planes Mistaken For Stars Killed By Killers Who Kill Each Other

Oh, I've known lonely. A faker in a room of phonies. Sharp dressed pigs, jet black behind the eyes. They wet down my wings, I can't stay dry. Oh, I've

to hell and all I got is this lousy t-shirt. I preach to the converted and flip burgers for a living. kill kill kill, no more battling for me,