Heroes Out Of Stars - Slädu/Gianni Pontillo
Now tell me what you had in mind
The day you left home
With a gun in hand
And was it really what you wanted
And did it satisfy you inside
When bullets were flying
To saints they were rising
Their blood on your hands
Will cure your soul
Though tears are falling
They still keep on shining
'Cause you made hereos out of stars
Out of stars
How can you close your eyes today
And sleep regretless in your tiny cell
Maybe you're just pretending that
Someone might understand
When bullets were flying
To saints they were rising
Their blood on your hands
Will cure your soul
Though tears are falling
They still keep on shining
'Cause you made hereos out of stars
Out of stars
Mmmmm you better try to think about
When bullets were flying to
Saints they were rising rising rising
When bullets were flying
To saints they were rising
Their blood on your hands
Will cure your soul
Though tears are falling
They still keep on shining
'Cause you made hereos out of stars
Ahhhhhh no no no no
Out of stars
'Cause you made heroes out of stars
Out of stars
