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