Got the eyes of the vulture upon me
The whispering of leeches in my ear
Coroner ventriloquist scratched his name across my wrist
Paparazzi’s starting to cheer
Take your picture at the scene of the crime
We got your victim, and we’ve made up your mind
Turn off the spotlight, whose God will you be?
Will they want you if your hands are clean?
Can’t stop the bleeding, I’m not healing soon
You shot the world and I am the exit wound
I’m the one who lives inside of the tongue
Tells the altered boys what to say
Ballerina bayonets slice us up with pirouettes
Mouth is shut on hand grenade
Take your picture at the scene of the crime
We got your victim, and we’ve made up your mind
Turn off the spotlight, whose God will you be?
Will they want you if your hands are clean?
Can’t stop the bleeding, I’m not healing soon
You shot the world and I am the exit wound
You shot the world and I am the exit wound
Oh
Oh
Pick me, I’m the one, the godforsaken one
I’m as empty as cadaver veins
Pick me, I’m the one, the godforsaken one
Pick me, I’m the one to blame
Can’t stop the bleeding, I’m not healing soon
Can’t stop the bleeding, I’m not healing soon
You shot the world, you shot the world
You shot the world, and I’m the exit wound
You shot the world, you shot the world
You shot the world, and I’m the exit wound
You shot the world, you shot the world
You shot the world, and I’m the exit wound
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