Theirs nothing left of me
So come on in and enjoy the party
Theirs nothing left of me

So I’ll exit quietly

Well been treading along this beaten path

For far too long
It’s not our first time singing this nauseous song


Last chance to shoot him
First impressions are always second guessed
But I’d march towards that romantic tune

Playing in the background of the gun fire

Let’s start with anxiety on our mind

Hide your guns and knifes
Tell the orchestra to keep on playing
Were inhaling smoke with an iron lung


Sing this requiem as if it was to be the last song
Sung by man, until birthed again


I think I know you all to well


Looks like I’m in line for the guillotine
At least I look rather charming this time


This accident has left me reckless
And now holding on breathless


Three doctors next to me
The syringes can call this a party
Three doctors next to me

I’ll go out silently

You fled the scene with guilt breathing on your neck

The witches watched you from every angle
Where do you go when
Everyone knows your name

Where do you go when
Everyone knows


There’s a hungry wolf in the crowd and he’s looking at you