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’m the exit wound
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’m the exit wound
You shot the world
And I am the exit wound

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
You shot the world
And I’m the exit wound
You shot the world
And I am the exit wound

You shot the world
You shot the world
You shot the world
And I am the exit wound