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 youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
