^Hanging on the telephone
I chop and I change and the mystery thickens
There's blood on my hands and you want me to listen
To brawn and to brain when the truth's in the middle
Born of the grain like all good riddles
You kill when you talk and the enemy weakens
Your words start to walk when you're not even speaking
If my heart is a war it's soldiers are bleeding
If my heart is a war it's soldiers are dead
(you're a bitter malignous person)
(and your death is well overdue)
(you suck the blood that kills you)
(you kiss the hand that hates you)
Echo & the Bunnymen <3