The Heart String & How To Pull It

This is you, it’s me, me, me, me, me
Chase your little tail let me be, be, be
Where the angels bleed, let them light the way ahead
And there I’ll line up all our enemies and blow off all their heads

Don’t you dare say you’re sorry
It’s much too late for that

You hit the ground spinning then you run, run, run
A slow dance full of enmity, look what you have become
There are no angels left, there are no angels left
We sing to the river and the darkness

Once you were so delicious
Now it’s an unfamiliar taste
You leave in my mouth