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