Bloody But Unbowed

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