It's time to collect the bones

We don't mind because we can't go home

We choke on our shooting stars

But can't quit because we've come this far

We can't quit because we've come too far

A handful of apple cores

A mouthful of razor blades

We're always on the hunt with definitions of things

And whatever else it takes to waste away

There's nothing but holes in you

And that's why I can see straight through

And all of your miseries

Ain't worth much because you left them to me

Ain't worth much because you left them for me

One of these days you'll string me up (ba dum)

Throw me to the wolves

My time is almost up (ba dum)

The hourglass is full

And I think the wolves are saying grace

They cut me up

But I feel all right

They chopped me up

But I feel all right

They strung me up (You get what you paid for)

But I feel all right

They roped me up (You get what you paid for)

But I feel all right

They chopped me up (Yeah you get what you paid for)

But I feel all right

They cut me up (You get what you paid for)

But I feel

If I can't find a place to lay

Then I'll save you for another day

And if you're a mystery

Well don't fret because that's okay by me

And we'll all die in stereo

And I'll probably be the first to go

And if I'm a martyr then

That's fine 'cause you can borrow my sins

And that's fine 'cause you can borrow