Exit Wound

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