There's nothing left of me   So come on in and enjoy the party   There's nothing left of me so I’ll exit quietly   We've 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   We're 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 I'm 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