Planes Mistaken For Stars. Fuck With Fire. Leveless. Zeneszám

tried to fall away but gravity wouldn't agree
(with black eyes look behind) with forked tongues
and lie stained lips we weigh what we have against
what we can hold with forked toungues and lie stained
lips we sing DEMONS DANCE WHEN REASON SLEEPS
and we've yet to wake. its the skin we hide behind