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, I'm the exit wound Yow (yow) 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, I am the exit wound You shot the world, I am the exit wound Yow (yow) Oh Pick me, I'm the one, the godforsaken one (oh) I'm as empty as cadaver veins (oh) Pick me, I'm the one, the godforsaken one (oh) 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